 >:3 • HuffleStud • Knight of The Zodiac • Manly Beard-Grower • Cicatrice de Harry •
Fifth year, why couldn't he just skip this year? Curtis thought of this when he boarded the train. He didn't look forward to O.W.L's or seeing Professors. But it was inevitable. You know what else was inevitable? Curtis approaching the Prefect's Compartment. Nope, he didn't get the badge, so he wasn't there for the type of Prefect reasons you were thinking of.
He was cloaked, for reasons. He checked everywhere to make sure he had no witnesses. No witnesses whatsoever. Within a pouch, he had a nice surprise for the Prefects. Now he just had to make sure the door was aha, there it was. He ducked low, checking behind him in between each step to make sure no one noticed him. If they did somehow, he would know and could pass it off as he lost a contact lens or something with how his cloak's hood was covering his hair and face from the angle.
After seeing no one else around, his view not visible through the door. He opened it ajar slightly and quietly before rolling out a dungbomb into the compartment. He turned away and crouched-walked out as quickly as possible. No witnesses, he was the solid kind of snake as no one else was in the hall before he disappeared into a compartment in the distance.
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