Lost in the Castle
| date: 15 April, 2026 place:corridors mention: @fawkes chaos |
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English/Japanese
xxx :outfit sorry for how late this is >< :ooc notes |
The grey stone walls were the main thing he could see in this castle. Hayato wasn’t used to it at all. He came from a place warm for the whole year, though sometimes with snow in the winter. But he hardly got a chilly spring like this place does. It was not like he was complaining. He sighed. Maybe he was complaining after all. He stared at the corridor, which was decorated by the portraits and suits of armour. He thought he was stuck here. He was very aware of the fact.
He was lost.
It all started from his sudden urge to practice his drumming skills. Music was always one of his passions in his life, other than surfing and his love of the oceans. It was an escape from his boring etiquette lessons. So as soon as he heard that there was a rehearsal room in the castle, he was tempted. It had been a few days that he didn’t touch any instruments. Even the piano looked lovely to his eyes right now. He didn’t have anything against it, but rather the repetitiveness of the lessons made him feel the distance from it. Music was innocent.
Wearing an off-white shirt inside his plaid jacket and jeans, Hayato wouldn’t wear this outfit in Mahoutokoro. It was too casual. But he could wear it here since he wasn’t exactly in a territory where he needed to worry about his image. He carried a small tote bag. Anyone passing by could see the tips of his drumsticks peeked out from the bag and would know what he was going to do – drum.
He didn’t know anyone well enough in this castle. It was his first time here. Though not the first time to the UK. He had been here visiting his cousin, Philip, before. He wasn't old enough to attend Hogwarts yet. He missed the little boy a little bit. Hayato was only one year older than him, but he always felt Philip grow so fast. As the Japanese boy lost in his thoughts, he kept wandering in the corridors.
How did he end up here? He didn’t know. No one warned him about the moving staircases at Hogwarts. He only knew that the rehearsal room was on the fourth floor, and he wanted to go there. He didn’t anticipate the staircases would lead him to a completely strange corridor. Maybe it wasn’t a strange thing to the students here. He still thought it was weird that the architecture of a school would hinder the students from getting to their destinations. He couldn't fathom it.
The reflection didn’t do any good on the fact that he was lost. A disappointing look appeared on his face. The young Ichiyagi sighed again. Students who passed by all looked occupied and busy going somewhere. He leaned on the cold stone wall beside a portrait. He didn’t want to ask for directions. It was humiliating to him. Maybe he would just find the staircase and go back to his accommodation. Closing his eyes, squeezing shut for a moment, he rubbed his brow as if to ward off a headache. Definitely not an ideal situation to have.
───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────He was lost.
It all started from his sudden urge to practice his drumming skills. Music was always one of his passions in his life, other than surfing and his love of the oceans. It was an escape from his boring etiquette lessons. So as soon as he heard that there was a rehearsal room in the castle, he was tempted. It had been a few days that he didn’t touch any instruments. Even the piano looked lovely to his eyes right now. He didn’t have anything against it, but rather the repetitiveness of the lessons made him feel the distance from it. Music was innocent.
Wearing an off-white shirt inside his plaid jacket and jeans, Hayato wouldn’t wear this outfit in Mahoutokoro. It was too casual. But he could wear it here since he wasn’t exactly in a territory where he needed to worry about his image. He carried a small tote bag. Anyone passing by could see the tips of his drumsticks peeked out from the bag and would know what he was going to do – drum.
He didn’t know anyone well enough in this castle. It was his first time here. Though not the first time to the UK. He had been here visiting his cousin, Philip, before. He wasn't old enough to attend Hogwarts yet. He missed the little boy a little bit. Hayato was only one year older than him, but he always felt Philip grow so fast. As the Japanese boy lost in his thoughts, he kept wandering in the corridors.
How did he end up here? He didn’t know. No one warned him about the moving staircases at Hogwarts. He only knew that the rehearsal room was on the fourth floor, and he wanted to go there. He didn’t anticipate the staircases would lead him to a completely strange corridor. Maybe it wasn’t a strange thing to the students here. He still thought it was weird that the architecture of a school would hinder the students from getting to their destinations. He couldn't fathom it.
The reflection didn’t do any good on the fact that he was lost. A disappointing look appeared on his face. The young Ichiyagi sighed again. Students who passed by all looked occupied and busy going somewhere. He leaned on the cold stone wall beside a portrait. He didn’t want to ask for directions. It was humiliating to him. Maybe he would just find the staircase and go back to his accommodation. Closing his eyes, squeezing shut for a moment, he rubbed his brow as if to ward off a headache. Definitely not an ideal situation to have.
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