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BluePhyre · 06-06-2014, 04:18 PM

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Originally Posted by hermionesclone

Grayson had been doing what he did best and was wandering around the grounds. Wandering and observing. It wasn't exactly a fruitless journey and it was MUCH better than the piece of Herbology homework he was meant to be doing. That could wait. There were more important things to worry about and look into, like............

................. Okay. WHAT?! BEES?

Grayson stepped up to the fence and observed whatever it was going on inside the fenced in area with an expression of mild interest and, well, confusion. There was a freaking BEEHIVE here. At HOGWARTS. And from the buzzing that reached his ears, he was going to assume that those winged terrors were having a blast in there. Oh merlin, it was the middle of WINTER. Who had invited these little buggers to party, eh?

And why hadn't HE been invited? HMMMM.

Whatever. He was going to get IN there. Or, if he found someone, he could push THEM in first, just to see what happened. Uh huh. So, the fourth year set about inspecting the fence carefully, trying to find a latch or an opening. He did take note of the white suit that was hanging on the fence, and the hat too. But, other than that, his attention was otherwise occupied in finding an opening.

Casper admittedly looked more bovine than human when he left the dungeons, bundled up in far more wool than necessary. Or comfortable. Winter had always been his favorite season, but these days he seemed unable to bear the cold. Come September he had broken into the turtlenecks, even though they made him look significantly less threatening than he'd like to be, and it had only gotten worse from there.

This was far more effort than he'd planned on putting into his solitary walk around the grounds; he could barely put his arms down, having stuffed the thickest jumper he owned under the military coat he'd bought fashionably--and inconveniently--tight, and the Slytherin scarf pulled up around his mouth and nose had long ago re-routed his breath enough to fog up his glasses. Casper's ambitions to walk around the entire campus, at least once, were soon dashed amongst his onset of blindness and fatigue, and it was by Kirby's hut that he collapsed onto the ground with a huff and a groan.

Casper screwed his eyes shut and whined; he had only meant to sit down, not end up on his back, and his head was suddenly very, very cold. The desperate struggle to grab the black ushanka that had seemingly peaced out and shove it hastily back onto his hair was, at best, undignified. It was probably fine, though. There wasn't anyone around to see him.

.... Except for maybe that guy, he realized belatedly. The one overly obsessed with the beehives.

Wait. Bees?

Oh Merlin. Thank God so little of his skin was showing.

06-06-2014, 04:18 PM	#18 (permalink)
BluePhyre Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Location: The Dog Park Posts: 6,390 Hogwarts RPG Name: Casper Duluth III Fourth Year	Whoop!Phyre \|\| ❤LiliAnzaScarNatAmyEmi \|\| Professional Vigilante \|\| The Flying Tomato Quote: Originally Posted by hermionesclone Grayson had been doing what he did best and was wandering around the grounds. Wandering and observing. It wasn't exactly a fruitless journey and it was MUCH better than the piece of Herbology homework he was meant to be doing. That could wait. There were more important things to worry about and look into, like............ ................. Okay. WHAT?! BEES? Grayson stepped up to the fence and observed whatever it was going on inside the fenced in area with an expression of mild interest and, well, confusion. There was a freaking BEEHIVE here. At HOGWARTS. And from the buzzing that reached his ears, he was going to assume that those winged terrors were having a blast in there. Oh merlin, it was the middle of WINTER. Who had invited these little buggers to party, eh? And why hadn't HE been invited? HMMMM. Whatever. He was going to get IN there. Or, if he found someone, he could push THEM in first, just to see what happened. Uh huh. So, the fourth year set about inspecting the fence carefully, trying to find a latch or an opening. He did take note of the white suit that was hanging on the fence, and the hat too. But, other than that, his attention was otherwise occupied in finding an opening. Casper admittedly looked more bovine than human when he left the dungeons, bundled up in far more wool than necessary. Or comfortable. Winter had always been his favorite season, but these days he seemed unable to bear the cold. Come September he had broken into the turtlenecks, even though they made him look significantly less threatening than he'd like to be, and it had only gotten worse from there. This was far more effort than he'd planned on putting into his solitary walk around the grounds; he could barely put his arms down, having stuffed the thickest jumper he owned under the military coat he'd bought fashionably--and inconveniently--tight, and the Slytherin scarf pulled up around his mouth and nose had long ago re-routed his breath enough to fog up his glasses. Casper's ambitions to walk around the entire campus, at least once, were soon dashed amongst his onset of blindness and fatigue, and it was by Kirby's hut that he collapsed onto the ground with a huff and a groan. Casper screwed his eyes shut and whined; he had only meant to sit down, not end up on his back, and his head was suddenly very, very cold. The desperate struggle to grab the black ushanka that had seemingly peaced out and shove it hastily back onto his hair was, at best, undignified. It was probably fine, though. There wasn't anyone around to see him. .... Except for maybe that guy, he realized belatedly. The one overly obsessed with the beehives. Wait. Bees? Oh Merlin. Thank God so little of his skin was showing. __________________