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Lockhartian · 01-06-2012, 02:19 AM

Text Cut: Max <3

Back from the grounds. From the cold grounds. So, really, the castle felt incredibly warm to his skin. His pace had also slowed down considerably as soon as he was past the oak doors.

Treyen's eyes were immediately on the one person that stood still. Why? Because it seemed incredibly odd that the Ravenclaw boy was staring so intently at the hourglasses when they were all at zero points. There was nothing to be looking at...yet they held some peace and uncertainty at the same time, come to think of it.

"It feels like we're not even back at Hogwarts." He suddenly said, standing next to the boy, "To see them before all the competition begins." Then he gestured at the oh-so-empty hourglasses. He was slightly right, it felt as if they were frozen in a moment of summer when no students were at the castle. He supposed that's what they looked like over the break.

01-06-2012, 02:19 AM	#27 (permalink)
Lockhartian Kappa Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: The Eyrie Posts: 14,978 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ashton P. Walker First Year x11 x11	yay! Eagle Eye [⅓ Badger Trio] Felon & Kafka ♥ Gilderoy Lockhart <3 [TEAM 947!] Text Cut: Max <3 Quote: Originally Posted by Grangerfn1 Max was a people-watcher. He liked to know what was going on without being directly involved in things. During the first few weeks of school, he knew the ground floor would be full of excitement: first years trying to decide where to explore, students curious to see who the first house would be to take the lead in the house point race, and groups running outside to enjoy the nice fall weather. It was perfect for seeing who was secretly dating whom and to catch little bits of gossip as people passed. Now, Max wasn't a gossiper himself nor did he care enough to share any overheard information, but he still liked to invest interest in the lives of his fellow students, even if they didn't know he knew anything. He simply took great pleasure in sitting in a classroom and knowing why two former best friends were avoiding eye contact or why two people were catching each other's eyes and smiling from different sides of the room. It was just stimulating to be knowledgeable over others' excitement and drama since he had none of his own. For such reasons, Max decided not to wander out to the grounds to read The Noble Sport of Warlocks in his hand today. Not yet, at least. It was prime people-watching time. As people moved by, Max stepped to the side and leaned against the wall, acting as though he was waiting for someone. Or taking a breather from adventuring down the many staircases from the Ravenclaw common room. Either way, Max let himself look interested in the hourglasses on the wall adjacent to him, casually bending his legs in and out to stretch them. It was a lot of stairs. Back from the grounds. From the cold grounds. So, really, the castle felt incredibly warm to his skin. His pace had also slowed down considerably as soon as he was past the oak doors. Treyen's eyes were immediately on the one person that stood still. Why? Because it seemed incredibly odd that the Ravenclaw boy was staring so intently at the hourglasses when they were all at zero points. There was nothing to be looking at...yet they held some peace and uncertainty at the same time, come to think of it. "It feels like we're not even back at Hogwarts." He suddenly said, standing next to the boy, "To see them before all the competition begins." Then he gestured at the oh-so-empty hourglasses. He was slightly right, it felt as if they were frozen in a moment of summer when no students were at the castle. He supposed that's what they looked like over the break.