Boys Do More Things in the Dungeons Prat

The dungeons were always a place Dennis went to cool off especially (see?) in warmer weather. The dank smells and oppressive feeling always gave him perspective. Also ever since Professor Sauber left and the much loved Professor Asmaralaya returned to his post, there was a certain amount of peace that was restored to the place. Less unsavory fellows stalked around the Potions office and logic and certainty returned.

Now, however, the weather had turned colder and it was almost time for the holiday break. Since it was underground, it was the few places that remained naturally warm, so Dennis found himself down there more often to escape from the bitter cold of the season. He had time then, to ruminate on some of the memories from his past. One time last year, in fact, he had met a boy, Prat Pass. They had what was supposed to be scuffle and ended up a clumsy dance as only two teenage boys can dance. The last time he saw Prat was that same year in a duel where Ravenclaw had taken the snake out right before he himself got attacked as retribution.

He really never ran into Prat again after that. Not that he was complaining. Sitting there on a bench in the dungeon though, his fist clinched with the memory of contact and the thrill of chasing that one good hit. If ever there was a time he wanted to meet that pretty boy again, it was now.
@Prat Pass

Sta: 5; Eva: 8; Str: 1; Wis: 8; Arc: 8; Acc: 10
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XXXXXPrat had made no plans to be in the dungeons that evening, fate rarely brought him there anymore. Too much weight clung to those stones down there, incidents he'd rather file away and ignore, nothing worth remembering. Yet, habit has a way of pulling us back when our thoughts grew unruly. The dungeons were quiet and warm, despite the creeping winter present a few floors above in the castle. The interior smelled of damp stone and potions, Prat moved with a glass bottle in one hand, a sweet non alcoholic drink that remained untouched and a think toothpick resting idly between his teeth.

He walked at un unhurried pace, shoes echoing softly, posture composed even in his solitude. His mind drifted, unwilling, to a few girls, to the LADS, the things they'd been planning and strangely to a scuffle that had one take place here. Before badges or expectations from the school tightened around his shoulders and weighed down his wings. A clash that had dissolved into something clumsy and ill-defined if observed as a third party.

DENNIS THE MENACE

The name resurfaced, and then the face??!

A silhouette first, unmistakable hair catching what little light there was. Red(or actually orange). Prat slowed, gaze sharpening as he rolled the toothpick to one side of his mouth. So it hadn't been imagination after all.

He stopped a short distance away without intruding. Expression settling into something cool and appraising. He reached up, plucked the toothpick free and flicked it aside with a careless snap of his fingers. It clattered against the stone faintly.

"Did not think I'd find familiar faces down here." Prat said calmly, voice carrying through the quiet corridor, taking a measured sip from the bottle, eyes never leaving Dennis. He wasn't looking for a repeat, not actively. But he wouldn't deny the pull of it either, something beneath his skin was already twitching.

"Cold does strange things to people," he added dryly. He met Dennis' gaze

"Feel like having another go?" he continued, setting the bottle down on the ledge beside him, straightening as his shoulders squared.
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[lovely creature] ; angelic beauty
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Prat Pass - Slytherin
Sta: 7 | Eva: 10 | Str: 6 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 7 | Acc: 13
Sta: 9 | Eva: 15 | Str: 0 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 15

Boys Do More Things in the Dungeons Prat
Sometimes wishes do really come true. He wasn’t too caught in his own thoughts to notice that the air seemed to shift at the entrance of another entity. Probably someone else trying to escape the harsh cold of winter and find some warmth in the dungeons like him. However, that was not to be the full story as the student approached.

Dennis looked up from his stoop to see none other than Prat strolling over to him. Well well well, he thought wryly. He couldn’t help give the boy-with-the-most-punchable-mouth a half smile in welcome, his green eyes dancing in the torchlight. He stopped and flicked his toothpick on the ground. Oh, he thought he definitely thought he was smooth, too bad he wouldn’t be able to catch these hands. Dennis just nodded feigning boredom as Prat decided to talk first.

At least, until he offered round two. The Ravenclaw’s nervous energy at this point had him almost jumping out of his skin. The moment he had been waiting for arrived and without so much as a “Yessir,” Dennis sprung at the Slytherin, keeping low to the ground. He curled his right fist and launched himself upward into an uppercut aimed wildly in the general vicinity of his face.
@Prat Pass

Eh...short post. Time to get this action started.
(To hit: 1d20+10=27; To dodge: 1d20+9=25)

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XXXXXPrat had made no plans to be in the dungeons that evening, fate rarely brought him there anymore. Too much weight clung to those stones down there, incidents he'd rather file away and ignore, nothing worth remembering. Yet, habit has a way of pulling us back when our thoughts grew unruly. The dungeons were quiet and warm, despite the creeping winter present a few floors above in the castle. The interior smelled of damp stone and potions, Prat moved with a glass bottle in one hand, a sweet non alcoholic drink that remained untouched and a think toothpick resting idly between his teeth.

He walked at un unhurried pace, shoes echoing softly, posture composed even in his solitude. His mind drifted, unwilling, to a few girls, to the LADS, the things they'd been planning and strangely to a scuffle that had one take place here. Before badges or expectations from the school tightened around his shoulders and weighed down his wings. A clash that had dissolved into something clumsy and ill-defined if observed as a third party.

DENNIS THE MENACE

The name resurfaced, and then the face??!

A silhouette first, unmistakable hair catching what little light there was. Red(or actually orange). Prat slowed, gaze sharpening as he rolled the toothpick to one side of his mouth. So it hadn't been imagination after all.

He stopped a short distance away without intruding. Expression settling into something cool and appraising. He reached up, plucked the toothpick free and flicked it aside with a careless snap of his fingers. It clattered against the stone faintly.

"Did not think I'd find familiar faces down here." Prat said calmly, voice carrying through the quiet corridor, taking a measured sip from the bottle, eyes never leaving Dennis. He wasn't looking for a repeat, not actively. But he wouldn't deny the pull of it either, something beneath his skin was already twitching.

"Cold does strange things to people," he added dryly. He met Dennis' gaze

"Feel like having another go?" he continued, setting the bottle down on the ledge beside him, straightening as his shoulders squared.
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────────────xxx[ sta ] 6 [ eva ] 9 [ str ] 6 [ wis ] 7 [ arc ] 7 [ acc ] 10xxx─────────────
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date ; date here
speech ; english | thoughts

[ ABILITIES ]
[fearless] ; unshaken
[lovely creature] ; angelic beauty
[evasive maneuvers] ; hard to hit

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Image posted by the member
dungeons ; location
acc v eva | 20:9 ; ooc notes

[ INVENTORY ]
@Dennis Tumberton ; [mentions]
none here ; [potions]
fists of boredom ; [weapons]
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Prat Pass - Slytherin
Sta: 7 | Eva: 10 | Str: 6 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 7 | Acc: 13
Sta: 9 | Eva: 15 | Str: 0 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 15