Post by puraexcolo on Apr 9, 2007 23:55:24 GMT -5
It was about midnight and as such all students should have been in bed. However one student could be found in a place far from his dorm or even his common room for that matter. The Snake known as Purx could be found lurking though the upper corridors of the castle. What he was doing up here was something for him to know and he hoped for nobody to find out.
“Purx” was dressed in worn in but well-kept black pants, a loose long-sleeved black shirt, tight black gloves, a black traveling cloak was also tossed over his body, the sort that fastened with a simple silver clip around the neck, and with the hood pulled up high as it could go, and no shoes or socks but he had painted his feet black. Gosh, this would be so much easier if he had a traveling cloak or could hold himself unseen without so much effort.
The reason for his sneaking through the upper corridors was something he'd rather keep to himself so he had gone a long way out of the way to loop back and forth through the corridors in a confusing maze that even he could not have retraced. Only when he was sure that he was not being followed did he make his way up towards the towers and had only made it to the seventh floor until he heard the footsteps of another person. He swore quietly under his breath and looked around for a hiding place. Seeing no door that he could dive through he settled for slipping into an notch in the wall which a tall statue guarded.
There was not much room behind the statue, that of an old wizard with a very short beard and bush mustache with a pipe clamped between his lips, even for his slight figure. Just as he wedged himself in what he thought to be safety and slipped his wand up his slave for easy access the person who the footsteps belong to rounded the corner. He crouched down, almost completely hidden in shadow but for the faint light reflecting slightly off of his eyes. He waited.
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“Purx” was dressed in worn in but well-kept black pants, a loose long-sleeved black shirt, tight black gloves, a black traveling cloak was also tossed over his body, the sort that fastened with a simple silver clip around the neck, and with the hood pulled up high as it could go, and no shoes or socks but he had painted his feet black. Gosh, this would be so much easier if he had a traveling cloak or could hold himself unseen without so much effort.
The reason for his sneaking through the upper corridors was something he'd rather keep to himself so he had gone a long way out of the way to loop back and forth through the corridors in a confusing maze that even he could not have retraced. Only when he was sure that he was not being followed did he make his way up towards the towers and had only made it to the seventh floor until he heard the footsteps of another person. He swore quietly under his breath and looked around for a hiding place. Seeing no door that he could dive through he settled for slipping into an notch in the wall which a tall statue guarded.
There was not much room behind the statue, that of an old wizard with a very short beard and bush mustache with a pipe clamped between his lips, even for his slight figure. Just as he wedged himself in what he thought to be safety and slipped his wand up his slave for easy access the person who the footsteps belong to rounded the corner. He crouched down, almost completely hidden in shadow but for the faint light reflecting slightly off of his eyes. He waited.
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