Closed Rat Hunt PV Quinn Root

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Eventually coming upon @Quinn Root


Some days were more odd at Hogwarts than others - although, for someone growing up without the magical world always known to them, every day was odd - just to a smaller degree. This day was one of those days. It was a Monday and perhaps it was because Spring Break had come and gone and now everyone was prepping for the end of the year. The Library was SO full of students that there wasn't an empty spot and he didn't feel much like sitting on the floor. The Study Room was packed as well, although ever since being tossed out of there his first year, he didn't want to go in there to see if there was maybe a place or two towards the front of the room, out of view from where he had stood in the doorway. He knew if he went to the Common Room or his Dormitory that he would lack focus and his favorite place, the Rehearsal Room, would never do - as he would get distracted quite quickly by the piano who would beckon to him silently the entire time he tried to get anything done.

So instead, he took to one of the benches in the corridors. Many of them were also taken by study goers and those that just wanted to get caught up with a friend after those Monday classes but he luckily found a not so popular one out away from a window and got to work. No, his wasn't schoolwork. Instead, he would devote his time there to conspire the right wording for a letter that he wished to return to someone. Just like the first time he wrote to this person, the words came slow and he found it difficult. The torn and discarded pieces of parchment with his rough drafts would be proof of such.

After too many failed attempts, his bruised ego declared defeat and he sighed, gathering up the pages that were his failures and he stuffed them inside his bag. Before going to his dormitory that evening he would toss them into the fire. "Alright, Rasc. You want to go outside for a bit? It's still pretty sunny out but we'll find a nice shady spot," he said as he peeked into the pocket he had made for his gray rat at the side of his bag to travel in but found it empty. "Not again," he grumbled, glancing down the hall to left.

Nothing.

He then glanced down the corridor to the right.

Nothing.

Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he began the hunt.

Be kind to one another. (*iNPC is Miles Thatcher)
Closed Rat Hunt PV Quinn Root
Quinn was walking through the corridors like any other day, Trying to find something to do. It was towards the end of the year so everyone was studying. Quinn was not, she was confident in her abilities. Almost everywhere she went she found people studying, Or doing work. She did not get why, Why everyone was not trying there best from the start. It seamed the only place she did not find people doing work was the corridors.

As she walked down through the halls of Hogwarts she thought she saw something, Small and gray run around the corner. "What..?" She said in a mumble. The gray object had her interest, She started walking at a faster pace, Not a run but a fast walk. She turned the corner and saw nothing... 'What was that?' She thought to herself. She was determined to find out what the grey thing was. As she walked down the halls looking for it, She thought of what it could be. A new magical creature that she discovered? No... That cant be it.. A lost pet? It's boring but it's probably true... 'Oh well if it is a lost pet at least ill be helping someone, They wont have to worry anymore'.

@Simon Kincaid

sta • 5 | eva • 4 | str • 6
Stats
wis • 7 | arc • 5 | acc • 7
⠀⠀⠀•• Quinn ••
“I regret nothing, ever.” – Jack Sparrow
⠀⠀⠀•• Nick ••
Metamorph | Wandmaker | ability
Abilities
ability | ability | ability
Closed Rat Hunt PV Quinn Root
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Perhaps soon to meet up with @Quinn Root on the hunt


"Rascal?" he sort of hissed in a quick whisper as he began straight. He knew enough by now to know his rat liked to sleek quickly straight but then would begin to dart and weave when that became too cumbersome. Hopefully Simon had caught him early enough in his escape endeavor to catch him on the straight-away, so that's what his hope was. "Rascal!" he snipped, this time a little louder.

It wasn't like the little gray rat was really going to answer to him much anyway. He was a free spirit for the most part and seemed to like giving the boy a hard time. It was his favorite past time. The Hufflepuff boy didn't share the enjoyment.

He needed to find him though. This wasn't like a cat that wandered off and would eventually come home on their own. No, this was a little gray rat who had been through so much already in its little life and didn't realize what potential danger it could be getting into right now. In Hogwarts there were hidden passageways where he could get lost, suits of armor that he could cause to fall upon him, students with cats and owls that would be more than happy to have a play thing to chase or a little snack between meals. And it was just like that when Simon passed a girl with a cat in her arms. Oy.

"RASCAL!" he shouted now.

Be kind to one another. (*iNPC is Miles Thatcher)