Post by Luke Anthony Torrington on Sept 27, 2008 18:19:33 GMT -5
13 July 2009
13.00
It was roughly 13.00 when Luke ran from the cabin for no apparent reason. His legs had been itching to get some sort of exercise since he'd been there. As it was, the camp was ghostly quiet, save for some activity around the campfire. That seemed to be the only area to which anyone gravitated, but while Luke had been around the fire - as in on the outsides - he'd not cared to take too much consideration in what was going on there. The company the pit kept was... well... not too familiar to him. He'd seen those kids in school, true, but elsewhere and otherwise, he'd not been too concerned about them. He'd tried to meet Lianna, the lone Hufflepuff at the pit, but by some chance (cock-up probably), any further aquaintance had been irradicated.
But right now, Luke was looking for something in particular: an owl from home, from Ben - particularly. His mind was trying to shift into Dutch (which Ben tended to write in for the only fact that he was self-conscious about the mail system in general) as he bounded toward the mess hall. It was mail time! would there be mail for him?
13.00
It was roughly 13.00 when Luke ran from the cabin for no apparent reason. His legs had been itching to get some sort of exercise since he'd been there. As it was, the camp was ghostly quiet, save for some activity around the campfire. That seemed to be the only area to which anyone gravitated, but while Luke had been around the fire - as in on the outsides - he'd not cared to take too much consideration in what was going on there. The company the pit kept was... well... not too familiar to him. He'd seen those kids in school, true, but elsewhere and otherwise, he'd not been too concerned about them. He'd tried to meet Lianna, the lone Hufflepuff at the pit, but by some chance (cock-up probably), any further aquaintance had been irradicated.
But right now, Luke was looking for something in particular: an owl from home, from Ben - particularly. His mind was trying to shift into Dutch (which Ben tended to write in for the only fact that he was self-conscious about the mail system in general) as he bounded toward the mess hall. It was mail time! would there be mail for him?