Careless Wanderings
The third year slipped out of the classroom after the spoken part was finished, having no interest in sharing a space with so many other students for such a long period of time. He had his note, he had his homework, that was all he needed. Frankly, he worked better alone, when his skin wasn't crawling with all the hypothetical stares of the other students.==========
Muttering lowly to himself in his mother tongue, he stalked through the corridors, glaring daggers at any painting that watched him. He wasn't keen on the 'living' pictures. In fact he despised them. The temptation he had to simply burn the ones on the walls of his foster parents' home was tangible whenever he passed them. The boy was the type to avoid the gaze of others, yet here he was, unable to escape them just because the wizards wanted fancy paintings that could talk to them.
The luxury of wizards never ceased to irk him whenever he thought about it. Not only that, but he was now part of their society, so he couldn't exactly ignore it in favor of his 'muggle' ways very much. After all, people got more pissy when he punches someone in the face then they do when some dolt waves a stick around and makes someone vomit up slugs. The double standard was blatant. Objectively, blocking someone's airways with slugs was more dangerous then a black eye.
Huffing, he turned down a hall before pausing and glancing around. This wasn't a familiar, he realized. He hadn't been here before, and he hadn't been paying attention to where he was walking. Blinking, he spun around in a slow circle, trying to catch sight of anything familiar. He soon realized that he found nothing of the sort, and frowned softly. Well, if he kept wandering he was sure to find his way back to somewhere he recognized. So with a shrug, he slipped his hands into his pockets and started walking again, bookbag bumping against his hip with every stride.==========
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STATSReducio
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40/40
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Stamina: 6
Evasion: 10
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 6
ArcPower: 3
Accuracy: 10
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Abilities | Sixth Sense | The Martial Artist
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Careless Wanderings
The ongoing classes on the second floor made it so its corridors had some sorely needed breathing room, but even so, Lourine's gait wasn't much quicker than when wix were packed into hallways like a can of sardines.
They idled at the tail-end of the hall where portraits would chatter on despite enduring an equal routine year after year. Countless days in lamplit corridors with old faces and new students; even now they accepted their undeniable presence within Hogwarts' walls, however stifling. In return they held great canvases and meticulous brush strokes; they would keep their vision and voices, and visits from the occasional staff or student just as Lourine would observe them in a morbid curiosity. It was a preservation post-death that only the magical could afford.
How unfair.
❝ I'll be going, ❞ Their conversationalists had no means to see them off. ❝ It was nice talking to you. ❞
They quicken to a comfortable pace when they depart, a hand pulling their duffle strap further in the nook of their shoulder. Offering only a nod in greeting to the quieter, framed subjects, a stranger in their peripheral seized the chance for their attention instead.
He scans the room rather conspicuously, in the telltale arc of someone searching for something recognizable. As they slow to regard him, so does he. With a roll of his shoulders, it seemed he accepted he wouldn't find what he was seeking.
It takes not even a moment for Lourine to consider, maybe they could find it for him.
❝ Are you looking for something? ❞
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