Post by Guy Styles on Apr 20, 2008 21:04:55 GMT -5
Times were coasting by, lessons, life. Guy wasn't really sure what to think of anything lately. Girls, classes, family. It was all mixing up into a jumbled mess. A fun-filled, wierd jumbled mess. He didn't mind too much, but even chill mellow Gryffindors got stressed every once in a while. Especially when he happened to get a very large splinter in his left foot. He was right handed, and therefor a little more coordinated in his right foot. But the left foot was still an important one, to walk, skate, jump, all sorts of things really.
He felt glad that the Gryffindor bathrooms were kept so clean by the awesome house elves that took care of the entire castle. He was glad for this because he was currently sitting on the floor of the bathroom in front of the sinks, his left foot up on his right knee so he could get a good look at the splinter. It was a big bugger, and Guy was armed with tweezers to pull the wood splinter out. He figured it must have gotten in their when he was wandering around outside without his shoes on, but still... He hadn't anticipated it to hurt quite this much. So in his red and gold flannel pants and a white beater he sat on the bathroom floor, trying and failing desperately to get the stupid splinter out.
He winced as he poked and prodded his foot with the tweezers before extracting the splinter. " Son ofa... " He said before turning his head as he heard someone enter the bathrooms. Oops.
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He felt glad that the Gryffindor bathrooms were kept so clean by the awesome house elves that took care of the entire castle. He was glad for this because he was currently sitting on the floor of the bathroom in front of the sinks, his left foot up on his right knee so he could get a good look at the splinter. It was a big bugger, and Guy was armed with tweezers to pull the wood splinter out. He figured it must have gotten in their when he was wandering around outside without his shoes on, but still... He hadn't anticipated it to hurt quite this much. So in his red and gold flannel pants and a white beater he sat on the bathroom floor, trying and failing desperately to get the stupid splinter out.
He winced as he poked and prodded his foot with the tweezers before extracting the splinter. " Son ofa... " He said before turning his head as he heard someone enter the bathrooms. Oops.
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