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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 7, 2009 19:49:19 GMT -5
The temptation was wearing on him. Every night was the same; he'd leave his shop in Diagon Alley to slip through the gates and into the castle, weaving his way past the places where Filch and Mrs. Norris roamed, around the spots where prefects patrolled the corridors. Down the stairs he'd go, through darkened hallways in the castle basement, so close to the dungeons. And past the kitchens.
It shouldn't have been a problem, not really. Markise was happy now, and though he couldn't go clubbing anymore, he had at least some relief from everything he held back during the day, even if it was turning into a massive rut. There was no spontaneity anymore. And that was why the kitchens had become such a temptation.
He hadn't had a drink in two months, and physically, he felt great. But stifled. Bored, for the most part. And the kitchens, where he used to sneak foul-tasting cooking sherry, was so close to the Hufflepuff Common Room. A lot of nights he stopped at the turn to the short corridor that led to the kitchens, and thought about it. He always walked away, but he stood for longer each time, reminding himself why he couldn't.
He'd been here for about fifteen minutes now, his wand lit so that it illuminated his pale hair, making a sort of halo around his head. He reminded himself that Angel was gone.
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Sheridan McKie
Gryffindor 
6th Year
Life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans.
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Post by Sheridan McKie on Oct 7, 2009 20:48:14 GMT -5
Sheridan really tried desperately to fall asleep, it just wasn't working out. Why was she stuck with the one person in all of the dorms that can actually snore a symphony? She slipped out of her dorm, down the stairs, and out the Common Room. Somehow she made it halfway across the school without being caught or scared half to death by a floating ghost.
Sheridan paused in front of a particularly beautiful painting. In the painting was a bunch of fruit that looked so fresh, so realistic, so...delicious. She reached out hoping to be able to snatch the apple and bite into the sweet, juicy fruit. However, instead of grabbing the apple, the picture swung open and revealed a passage. Curious to know what the passage led to, Sheridan stepped into the darkness. Her footsteps echoed slightly as she walked forward.
Finally, Sheridan reached a room. It was nearly dark with the exception of a halo of light surrounding another figure. She realized that the figure was another person. What was this place? What if she unknowingly stepped into someone else's room, or office? "Oh!" She said. "I'm...I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to intrude." She mumbled. Her face burned red and she was thankful it was dark...for once.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 12, 2009 0:13:13 GMT -5
Markise had been so lost in his thoughts and self-debates that he hadn't heard the telltale footsteps of another person approaching. Her voice cut through everything, and he blinked, turning and lifting his wand as he did so, eyes widening in the darkness as they searched for the source of that voice.
It was a girl, another one he'd never met before. This one was apologetic, and though his nerves were high and tightly drawn, her nerves kept him from getting immediately defensive.
"You're not bothering me," he said, hoping to set her at ease, at least. "I was just... thinking about getting a snack." That sounded innocent enough. Maybe he could be on his way now and get back to the dorms before he did something he'd regret.
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Sheridan McKie
Gryffindor
6th Year
Life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans.
Posts: 85
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Post by Sheridan McKie on Oct 12, 2009 21:10:58 GMT -5
Sheridan's shoulders dropped and she breathed a sigh of relief. She was expecting someone to bite her head off for interrupting them. She stepped out of the shadows and the dim light flockered across her face. "I was just...where are we?" She asked. Her eyes still needed to adjust to the dimness of the room. She squinted her eyes and could barely make out a counter and a few empty bottles lying on the floor. Was this a dining area? A kitchen?
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 12, 2009 21:34:33 GMT -5
"The basements," Markise answered. He'd been standing in this same spot just outside the kitchens for fifteen minutes now with his wand lit. He shifted it toward the nearest wall, illuminating a tapestry of a bowl of fruit. "The kitchens are behind this," he said. "It's full of house-elves, and they'll feed you no matter how late it is." And if you asked, they'd even give you foul-tasting cooking sherry so you could feed your drinking habit. He reminded himself he didn't drink anymore, and that wondering if they had anything better was a bad idea, whether he intended to go in or not.
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