Post by hunter caspian rein on Apr 8, 2012 0:10:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] bored. bored bored bored. hunter made a face to himself, taking out his wand and twirling it around with the tips of his fingers. there were a few options left at this point; sit around in the common room, sit around in the library, sit around on the lawns, sit around in class. to break it down, all of these involved sitting and hunter wasn't very found of that. least of all on such a sunny day! hell no. the common room was empty because everyone was in class. the library, well, that was hardly an option even on a rainy day. there was never anything to do on the lawns if you were alone. and while hunter was technically supposed to be in charms class right now, well, he just didn't want to. so that was that. because while there was always something to do, there was never anything that hunter wanted to do. if those two categories were made into a venn diagram you'd end up with two circles that never touched. he continued to twirl his wand around his fingers. it was amusing enough for the time being and to be honest, hunter was becoming quite good at this wand twirling thing (though, considering he'd had this habit since the day he'd gotten his wand, it was to be expected that he would get at least halfway decent at the sport). he continued to fiddle, strutting through the mostly empty lawns. most people were in class at this time in the afternoon, classes in which hunter should be in. though there obviously people outside who just had a spare at this time too. he briefly contemplated sending owls to some of his friends whom he knew to be in class. he knew sometimes mcgonagall would make students read the owl outloud if she was in a bad mood, if only to tell them off for disrupting the class with owls halfway through. hunter would probably write something dirty and inappropriate on purpose to get his friend in trouble. but then again, he'd down that last week. boring. somehow, he found his way into the school vegetable garden. he'd never been here personally. well, what for really? what did hunter rein need in a vegetable garden that he couldn't just go straight to the elves? it wasn't like he could cook at all. last time he'd tried to bake a cake for his family he hadn't even been able to differentiate the flour from the sugar. he'd burnt the cake, and then the house elf which tried to save it had caught on fire, and then hunter had caught on fire trying to save the house elf. bloody mess that had been. arabella had made fun of him for a week. he twirled his wand again, staring at the tomato patch in front of him. i want to blow that up. he thought. and so he did. before his thoughts could even catch up to his actions, hunter had pointed his wand to the tomatoes to make them explode one by one. he laughed, moving on to the cabbages, ducking from the explosion. notes, just felt like writing. SOMEONE JOIN ME AND HUNTER  )word count, 525 thanks brooklyn from caution |
