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Tazenhani · 07-03-2015, 05:38 AM

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Originally Posted by StarShine

Cosgrach hated this school and wanted to go home, but he couldn't, in case someone called him to say something. UGH. He was quitting this year. For good! He probably would laugh at his thoughts by tomorrow, but he was the world's most dramatic man and he was not thinking straight right now. He figured he would be alone here. He wanted to eat, but he didn't want to go to the great hall where he might be forced to answer questions, so he flopped on a chair, looked like he could kill anyone who dared to even look at him, and grunted something that might sound like he wanted food right now.

It was late. Far later than Sabel had ever stayed up in the castle, even as a troublesome student. Curfew was long since past, and the halls were empty. The chill of the silence only added to the cold that had seeped into his bones, and it was for that reason that he headed to the kitchen. He remembered a fireplace being there, and while he had one in his own office, it was about the last place he wanted to be.

Where he wanted to be was back in the forest, searching until all possibilities were exhausted. But it was too late for that, too cold and already too many hours of the effort had proved fruitless. There was a point, he knew, where one had to stop. He just hated admitting it.

Upon entering the kitchen, he caught the tail end of someone muttering into dark space, lit only by the glow of the fire at the far end. Sabel halted, the door swinging shut behind him before he recognized the figure all slouched about near the hearth. The hope that had briefly surged died instantly.

"You're still up?" Stupid question. Of course he was. Most of them would be.

Moving towards the fireplace, Sabel snatched a cinnamon bun from the table top and tossed it to Cosgrach as he neared. Whether or not the man wanted it, let alone could catch it, was of no concern to him. Upon reaching the fireplace, Sabel shrugged wearily out of his jacket, snow already turning to rivets of water down the leather, and in his hair.

Of course, it had started snowing. Of course. Even the weather didn't want them to find anything.

07-03-2015, 05:38 AM	#17 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote: Originally Posted by StarShine Cosgrach hated this school and wanted to go home, but he couldn't, in case someone called him to say something. UGH. He was quitting this year. For good! He probably would laugh at his thoughts by tomorrow, but he was the world's most dramatic man and he was not thinking straight right now. He figured he would be alone here. He wanted to eat, but he didn't want to go to the great hall where he might be forced to answer questions, so he flopped on a chair, looked like he could kill anyone who dared to even look at him, and grunted something that might sound like he wanted food right now. It was late. Far later than Sabel had ever stayed up in the castle, even as a troublesome student. Curfew was long since past, and the halls were empty. The chill of the silence only added to the cold that had seeped into his bones, and it was for that reason that he headed to the kitchen. He remembered a fireplace being there, and while he had one in his own office, it was about the last place he wanted to be. Where he wanted to be was back in the forest, searching until all possibilities were exhausted. But it was too late for that, too cold and already too many hours of the effort had proved fruitless. There was a point, he knew, where one had to stop. He just hated admitting it. Upon entering the kitchen, he caught the tail end of someone muttering into dark space, lit only by the glow of the fire at the far end. Sabel halted, the door swinging shut behind him before he recognized the figure all slouched about near the hearth. The hope that had briefly surged died instantly. "You're still up?" Stupid question. Of course he was. Most of them would be. Moving towards the fireplace, Sabel snatched a cinnamon bun from the table top and tossed it to Cosgrach as he neared. Whether or not the man wanted it, let alone could catch it, was of no concern to him. Upon reaching the fireplace, Sabel shrugged wearily out of his jacket, snow already turning to rivets of water down the leather, and in his hair. Of course, it had started snowing. Of course. Even the weather didn't want them to find anything. __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.