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Week Name/Date/Time: A Moments Peace / Monday, October 3rd, 2005/ Just after supper
Location: 3rd Floor
Open To: Tze-Ming
Currently Involving: Julian O'Brien
With a full belly, Julian made his way up to the Hospital Wing. Over the years, he had accumulated a large number of visits to the Hospital Wing, and reckoned he could get there in his sleep. That was saying something, considering he got lost frequently on his way to Astronomy. Also, most first years knew where it was, so the Wing seemed a completely obvious meeting point. He was, of course, empty handed. He might not have been the brightest bloke in the world, but he did think far enough ahead that he had already assembled the ingredients and his cauldron in the room he and Ming had decided upon.
Patience is a virtue, which sometimes Julian does not posses. He sighed loudly, rocking from his heels to his toes. The excitement of brewing was bubbling inside of him, so much so that he didn't notice how conspicious he was. A passing girl gave him an odd look, at which he just smiled. Even if he had recognized her, he was waiting for someone. If he began talking to someone and Ming arrived, the only option would be to disrespect one of them. He was never much a fan of ultimatums, so he tried his best to look like some horrible 6th year. It was useless, Julian could hardly manage a scowl without laughing. He just wasn't mean to be mean or grouchy.
Going over the list in his head, he mentally checked off each of the ingredients needed. He had enough for them both to make small batches and if neither his nor Ming's potion turned out successfully, he had a vial from his third year. Then again, it hardly had enough to drug two people in it. No matter, Julian had (newly restored) confidence in himself, as well as Ming. Speaking of which, just where was that boy?
Location: 3rd Floor
Open To: Tze-Ming
Currently Involving: Julian O'Brien
With a full belly, Julian made his way up to the Hospital Wing. Over the years, he had accumulated a large number of visits to the Hospital Wing, and reckoned he could get there in his sleep. That was saying something, considering he got lost frequently on his way to Astronomy. Also, most first years knew where it was, so the Wing seemed a completely obvious meeting point. He was, of course, empty handed. He might not have been the brightest bloke in the world, but he did think far enough ahead that he had already assembled the ingredients and his cauldron in the room he and Ming had decided upon.
Patience is a virtue, which sometimes Julian does not posses. He sighed loudly, rocking from his heels to his toes. The excitement of brewing was bubbling inside of him, so much so that he didn't notice how conspicious he was. A passing girl gave him an odd look, at which he just smiled. Even if he had recognized her, he was waiting for someone. If he began talking to someone and Ming arrived, the only option would be to disrespect one of them. He was never much a fan of ultimatums, so he tried his best to look like some horrible 6th year. It was useless, Julian could hardly manage a scowl without laughing. He just wasn't mean to be mean or grouchy.
Going over the list in his head, he mentally checked off each of the ingredients needed. He had enough for them both to make small batches and if neither his nor Ming's potion turned out successfully, he had a vial from his third year. Then again, it hardly had enough to drug two people in it. No matter, Julian had (newly restored) confidence in himself, as well as Ming. Speaking of which, just where was that boy?