Post by imsotuff on Dec 4, 2006 16:12:20 GMT -5
The bookbag slung over one shoulder did not even compare to the bags underneath his eyes. Preston almost looked like a raccoon because of the bags. The half-moon circles were dark beneath his dark brown eyes that were looking lighter thanks to him being tired. No, not tired, exhausted. Not that anyone could see them anyway. Nobody else was on the seventh floor. It was already passed midnight and anyone else would be stopped by either Peeves or Filch. Even if someone else was on the floor, his weary state would be concealed in the night.
Who in their right mind would hold classes at night? Even if it was Astronomy, they were supposed to be magical and yet they still could not find a way to simulate the night sky without having to be up at all time's of the night to witness. Heck, even the muggles had conquered that mystery. As Preston continued to rant within himself about all that was wrong in the magical world, his feet led him torwards the Slytherin Common Room in the dungeons. His eyes were no use. The candles were not helping any. He could not even see his hands in front of him.
Even if Preston had walked this floor countless times for the past six years, when it is walked in the dark, it is completely different. Everything moves when there is no one awake to keep an eye on them. A considerably squeaky armour that had disliked Preston ever since he stuck a sweet wrapper in it during his first year decided to take advantage of the situation. He moved so that Preston would trip over him. And that he did. Preston fell smack on his face. "This is ridiculous," he muttered as he stood back to his feet. Taking out his wand, Preston whispered an incantation. The tip of his wand ignited with light.
Who in their right mind would hold classes at night? Even if it was Astronomy, they were supposed to be magical and yet they still could not find a way to simulate the night sky without having to be up at all time's of the night to witness. Heck, even the muggles had conquered that mystery. As Preston continued to rant within himself about all that was wrong in the magical world, his feet led him torwards the Slytherin Common Room in the dungeons. His eyes were no use. The candles were not helping any. He could not even see his hands in front of him.
Even if Preston had walked this floor countless times for the past six years, when it is walked in the dark, it is completely different. Everything moves when there is no one awake to keep an eye on them. A considerably squeaky armour that had disliked Preston ever since he stuck a sweet wrapper in it during his first year decided to take advantage of the situation. He moved so that Preston would trip over him. And that he did. Preston fell smack on his face. "This is ridiculous," he muttered as he stood back to his feet. Taking out his wand, Preston whispered an incantation. The tip of his wand ignited with light.