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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Settling Down' / Wednesday, November 23rd, 2005 / 1:12 PM
Location: Grounds
Open To: SLY.
Currently Involving: Sean
What were they if not adventurers?
All right, so it was snowing. Incredibly hard-like. And yes, there was a great deal of wind -- so much so that Sean felt as though all 160 pounds of him were being thrown backward upon venturing outside.
And he'd forgotten a hat and all, so his ears were bound to be rather cold, but that's what they got for sticking out of the sides of his head so obtrusively.
Also, also -- well, no, he did not have a plan, per se, but for some awful reason, study hall had not been cancelled due to the snow, which seemed to Sean to mean that they were purposely attempting to stifle his desire to play. Clearly, this was not on. The first snow of the season was not to be spent inside reading Transfiguration textbooks that contained words too long to sound out.
So he was fighting back. Fighting the system, one might say, and who better to employ in this Fight of the System than his very best mate Sly? It seemed that whenever one thought of Fighting in conjuction with The System, one's thoughts immediately strayed toward Sly. Didn't they? Or at least in the general direction of Gryffindors as a whole and then perhaps swerved directly toward Sly... Anyway.
Sean glanced over his shoulder to make sure Sly was still coming along and hadn't disappeared to go off and snog some unsuspecting girl, which he apparently had a habit of doing and it wasn't so much that Sean minded (nor did he believe the girls minded either), but it did not really go along with the adventuring theme.
"Right," Sean cried content that all was well as he stumbled out the castle door. "Onward, then!"
Onward to where he did not know, but it certainly sounded good.
Location: Grounds
Open To: SLY.
Currently Involving: Sean
What were they if not adventurers?
All right, so it was snowing. Incredibly hard-like. And yes, there was a great deal of wind -- so much so that Sean felt as though all 160 pounds of him were being thrown backward upon venturing outside.
And he'd forgotten a hat and all, so his ears were bound to be rather cold, but that's what they got for sticking out of the sides of his head so obtrusively.
Also, also -- well, no, he did not have a plan, per se, but for some awful reason, study hall had not been cancelled due to the snow, which seemed to Sean to mean that they were purposely attempting to stifle his desire to play. Clearly, this was not on. The first snow of the season was not to be spent inside reading Transfiguration textbooks that contained words too long to sound out.
So he was fighting back. Fighting the system, one might say, and who better to employ in this Fight of the System than his very best mate Sly? It seemed that whenever one thought of Fighting in conjuction with The System, one's thoughts immediately strayed toward Sly. Didn't they? Or at least in the general direction of Gryffindors as a whole and then perhaps swerved directly toward Sly... Anyway.
Sean glanced over his shoulder to make sure Sly was still coming along and hadn't disappeared to go off and snog some unsuspecting girl, which he apparently had a habit of doing and it wasn't so much that Sean minded (nor did he believe the girls minded either), but it did not really go along with the adventuring theme.
"Right," Sean cried content that all was well as he stumbled out the castle door. "Onward, then!"
Onward to where he did not know, but it certainly sounded good.