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hermionesclone · 06-06-2014, 05:26 PM

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Originally Posted by BluePhyre

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.

Why. Was there. No. OPENING?!

The boy was becoming thoroughly annoyed by this. And he was even more annoyed that there wasn't ~~some sort of bait~~ someone else here. How was he meant to know how dangerous these bees actually were? And whether there were bees there or if it was just a spell the Groundskeeper had cast on the area to keep people away? Maybe he could just leave and come back another time with someone who knew a lot about--

..............

....................................

WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN.

Hearing a groan, the Slytherin whipped around as quickly as he could and looked around to see where the source of the sound was coming from. A whine and his eyes flew down to the ground where-- ....... Oh jeez. Was it really necessary to wear your whole wardrobe outside? He wanted to ask about that SO BADLY but it was freaking freezing out here so maybe this wasn't as weird as he thought it was. Still. This kid looked like he was bundled up to tackle a mountain and some zombies.

If that was the case, Grayson had invited himself along. You're welcome in advance for the spectacular company.

"Why are you on the floor?" A bit of a weird way to hang out, don't'cha think?

06-06-2014, 05:26 PM	#19 (permalink)
hermionesclone Gladrags Mod DMC & DMAC Pogrebin Join Date: May 2009 Location: London Posts: 32,841 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- x11 x11	urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Quote: Originally Posted by BluePhyre 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. Why. Was there. No. OPENING?! The boy was becoming thoroughly annoyed by this. And he was even more annoyed that there wasn't ~~some sort of bait~~ someone else here. How was he meant to know how dangerous these bees actually were? And whether there were bees there or if it was just a spell the Groundskeeper had cast on the area to keep people away? Maybe he could just leave and come back another time with someone who knew a lot about-- .............. .................................... WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN. Hearing a groan, the Slytherin whipped around as quickly as he could and looked around to see where the source of the sound was coming from. A whine and his eyes flew down to the ground where-- ....... Oh jeez. Was it really necessary to wear your whole wardrobe outside? He wanted to ask about that SO BADLY but it was freaking freezing out here so maybe this wasn't as weird as he thought it was. Still. This kid looked like he was bundled up to tackle a mountain and some zombies. If that was the case, Grayson had invited himself along. You're welcome in advance for the spectacular company. "Why are you on the floor?" A bit of a weird way to hang out, don't'cha think? __________________