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WHO: Wolfram von Bielefeld and Open.
LOCATION: Slytherin Dormitory and then the Library.
WEEK: 73
TIME: Wednesday, Early Afternoon.
WHAT: Wistful wandering. (I couldn't think of what else to call it. Please don't laugh at my alliteration. ;;)
RATING: NC-17! No, wait, I'm just kidding. XD Probably G-PG at most. We'll see though. >.>
The Common Room was strangely quiet. Wolfram couldn't remember it being so...lifeless. Then again, he had never stayed at the school over a holiday before either. Yet, no matter how empty it seemed, Wolfram was glad he had chosen to stay. Things at home were becoming even more complicated.
His mother had a new beau.
Though Wolfram had accepted his father's death, it was still hard to see his mother jumping from man to man like they were the catch of the day. It made her seem...cheap. And, because he resembled her so much, people assumed that he had inherited that trait from her.
Absolutely not! The blond brushed his hair away from his face and stood up. Exiting the Common Room, he walked calmly to the Library. There was only one way to distract himself at a time like this. He would simply bury himself in a book or two.
And the best place to accomplish such a task would be in his favorite nook. Glancing around curiously as he entered the large, book-filled room, he bit his lip pensively. No one seemed to be following him.
Then again, he could be mistaken.
LOCATION: Slytherin Dormitory and then the Library.
WEEK: 73
TIME: Wednesday, Early Afternoon.
WHAT: Wistful wandering. (I couldn't think of what else to call it. Please don't laugh at my alliteration. ;;)
RATING: NC-17! No, wait, I'm just kidding. XD Probably G-PG at most. We'll see though. >.>
The Common Room was strangely quiet. Wolfram couldn't remember it being so...lifeless. Then again, he had never stayed at the school over a holiday before either. Yet, no matter how empty it seemed, Wolfram was glad he had chosen to stay. Things at home were becoming even more complicated.
His mother had a new beau.
Though Wolfram had accepted his father's death, it was still hard to see his mother jumping from man to man like they were the catch of the day. It made her seem...cheap. And, because he resembled her so much, people assumed that he had inherited that trait from her.
Absolutely not! The blond brushed his hair away from his face and stood up. Exiting the Common Room, he walked calmly to the Library. There was only one way to distract himself at a time like this. He would simply bury himself in a book or two.
And the best place to accomplish such a task would be in his favorite nook. Glancing around curiously as he entered the large, book-filled room, he bit his lip pensively. No one seemed to be following him.
Then again, he could be mistaken.