22 Jul 2018, 01:11
Window Cleaning
The delinquent child made a very valid point. Gryffindor was definitely full of 'little idiots' like him. She knew far too many troublemaker boys in the reckless house. This boy was not the first and she had no doubt that he would not be the last. Every time she met a Gryffindor boy, it appeared there was a high chance of them being the reckless idiotic type that she had started to get used to. That's not to say she liked it, she was just tolerant of it. That was all. She expected no better at this point.
What surprised her about this boy, however, was his reactions. She certainly did not expect him to whistle as she showed him her burnt hair. That was perhaps not the reaction she thought he would have. To make matters worse, the Gryffindor took her hair and grabbed it in his hands. It was not painful but the shock of it had her flinch slightly, inhaling sharply under her breathe. It was barely audible but the quiet corridors meant everything sounded louder than it actually was. He appeared to examine her hair for a moment. He did not appear to want to answer her questions about this so called girl that he had attacked. His threat seemed to have fallen onto deaf ears. It was almost as though he forgot his own threat and suddenly took an interest in her.
Serena blinked at him as he claimed she was like an 'actual burnt princess or something'. Although she was probably the least 'princess' like person in the school, that was not the issue with this sentence. It was the fact that he was far too excited about this. Was it really all that exciting to find someone who had been burnt in a fire? That seemed like a very odd thing to be excited about... She simply blinked at him for a moment. Uh well yeah, she had sort of really been on fire... But that was obvious. "Yeah, well, I heard the horrible split ends look was on trend. Thought I'd give it a go, you know?" She replied sarcastically. Gee, thank you for boosting her self-esteem. If she did not feel terrible enough about herself, he highlighted the fact that her hair looked 'horrible', which just made her incredibly confident about herself, of course... Ah these Gryffindors. They were really growing to be a pain.
A part of her had to question why she even tolerated such behaviour from them. Hell, some of them were actually her friends. That was weird. This boy who claimed to be Anatole Evans seemed to be getting lost in his thoughts a little too much. When he snapped out of her, upon hearing her voice ask about the armoured suit, he leaned in closer. Serena immediately flinched a little, moving away a bit. She hesitantly stayed in the corridor, even though a part of her wanted to turn and flee from the scene right now. She had enough of strange boys getting randomly close to her. It made her feel a bit uncomfortable and rather awkward. Was it a Gryffindor house trait that 'personal space' was not a concept or was it just coincidental that it was Gryffindors in question?
Apparently he had some sort of secret to tell her. Was it really that big of a deal if someone heard? She would much rather someone overheard his words than to walk in to see them randomly standing so close to each other. Normally, Serena would not be bothered by personal space. In the recent weeks, however, a particular boy had gotten far too close. Since then, she appeared to have put emotional barriers up of some sort. It made her feel awkward, even though there was nothing to feel awkward about. This boy was definitely not thinking about the same thing the other one was. The only things they had in common was their house and their troublesome behaviour.
The story 'Anatole' told was perhaps even more ridiculous than Serena's awkwardness right now. It was not until he also took a step back that she could sigh a breathe of relief. The boy attempted to show off his... manly side? Whilst still wearing his beautiful polka dot pink pyjamas, he attempted to tense his arms to show his strength. Was she meant to be impressed? He certainly had more muscle than her but it was not saying much. She was pretty sure several of her friends would be stronger than him. But... in a weird way, some of her closest friends were a bit too strong. They were definitely built to be future Qudditich beaters, after all.
Apparently this boy in front of her beat up the metal suits that challenged him... Challenge that Dorian Gr- wait no, Anatole Evans, to a fight. Of course not. Anatole Evans would never lose to such a thing. Pressing her lips together for a few moments. She waited for him to finish his story before she quirked an eyebrow, "The giant suit of armour decided it wanted to beat you up? And you're claiming that you actually won?" She asked him, in a slow tone of voice that clearly showed she was not buying this story at all. The armoured suits that lined the corridors of Hogwarts wanted to attack a random first year - and that too, by challenging him to a muggle fight, rather than a magical one. Alrighty then. "... Did you, by any chance, fall asleep? Because this certainly sounds more like a dream to me." Serena continued. She had absolutely no idea he had actually fallen asleep earlier. This, however, would only have happened in a dream so that seemed to be the only explanation. It would also explain the outfit he was sporting right now.
Serena sighed softly, "Mister Evans, although you should be heading back to your dorm... it sounds like you need to sleep less. You've been dreaming far too much, it seems," She concluded after hearing this story and seeing his outfit, "Especially, if you think that you could actually beat the armour." Serena played along with his story for a brief moment. Her money would be on the armour beating him, in a muggle duel. He looked stronger than her, no doubt but he was not strong enough to beat the suit of armour. Heck, she was sure that the giant suits in the corridor would tower over him and probably be heavier than him, even though they were likely to be hollow. She wanted to send him back to his dorm room but she was not sure he needed any more sleep. Perhaps she ought to send him to the Groundskeeper to spend all night serving out a detention for being incredibly delusional. Though, in truth, it was a struggle for her to keep her laughter in.
In truth, she wanted to laugh the minute he started flexing, coming up with ridiculous stories and well, claiming to be a Gryffindor he was not. Serena tried really hard not to laugh. Unfortunately, she could not help but laugh softly and shake her head at his ridiculous behaviour. If anything, it was actually rather amusing. Compared to the dreadfully boring hours she had just spent watching people clean windows, this was by far more entertaining. Although he was strange, he was at least kind of amusing.
"I'll let the Groundskeeper know that one Anatole Evans turned up for detention, shall I? Though... You know... it's quite coincidental that there's two people with the same name in your house, is it not?" Serena started, "Funny how the other Anatole is far less... troublesome, shall we say?" Then she paused and looked up and down at him, "Dresses better and has nicer hair." She concluded.
The lie was never one Serena brought to begin with. Unfortunately for him, the jig was up a long time ago. She would have believed he was Anatole Evans from the start, had she not already meant the real Anatole Evans several times. Hell, she had thrown a snowball in his face once, sat next to him in a Quidditch match and almost scared the living daylights out of him in the library once. Serena knew of an Anatole Evans in Gryffindor. But he was not this boy. He was a far more innocent and sweet boy than this one. The one that she finally had a name for: Dorian Gray.
Gray. The Pureblood family name? Or simply a coincidence? Whilst she did not recognise his full name, she did recognise the surname. There were very few pureblood families in the Wizarding world. Her mother had insisted on her memorising each and every single one of them. Of course, Serena forgot most of them and paid very little attention but after countless hours of reciting them, she was bound to recall a few here and there. 'Gray' was definitely one of the easier ones to remember. Though, don't ask her what the first name of anyone in the Gray family actually was. She did not remember that much information about them. She might be able to hazard a guess if she had options or a hint but from memory, she could not. Serena really did not want to sit there and learn the names. She simply did not care, even though her mother had forced her to do it.
It goes without saying that if Serena told Darren that 'Anatole Evans' showed up for detention then it would appear as though 'Dorian Gray' skived off. Oh dear. Looks like the boy was going to be sent to another, probably more horrible one, until he completed it.
What surprised her about this boy, however, was his reactions. She certainly did not expect him to whistle as she showed him her burnt hair. That was perhaps not the reaction she thought he would have. To make matters worse, the Gryffindor took her hair and grabbed it in his hands. It was not painful but the shock of it had her flinch slightly, inhaling sharply under her breathe. It was barely audible but the quiet corridors meant everything sounded louder than it actually was. He appeared to examine her hair for a moment. He did not appear to want to answer her questions about this so called girl that he had attacked. His threat seemed to have fallen onto deaf ears. It was almost as though he forgot his own threat and suddenly took an interest in her.
Serena blinked at him as he claimed she was like an 'actual burnt princess or something'. Although she was probably the least 'princess' like person in the school, that was not the issue with this sentence. It was the fact that he was far too excited about this. Was it really all that exciting to find someone who had been burnt in a fire? That seemed like a very odd thing to be excited about... She simply blinked at him for a moment. Uh well yeah, she had sort of really been on fire... But that was obvious. "Yeah, well, I heard the horrible split ends look was on trend. Thought I'd give it a go, you know?" She replied sarcastically. Gee, thank you for boosting her self-esteem. If she did not feel terrible enough about herself, he highlighted the fact that her hair looked 'horrible', which just made her incredibly confident about herself, of course... Ah these Gryffindors. They were really growing to be a pain.
A part of her had to question why she even tolerated such behaviour from them. Hell, some of them were actually her friends. That was weird. This boy who claimed to be Anatole Evans seemed to be getting lost in his thoughts a little too much. When he snapped out of her, upon hearing her voice ask about the armoured suit, he leaned in closer. Serena immediately flinched a little, moving away a bit. She hesitantly stayed in the corridor, even though a part of her wanted to turn and flee from the scene right now. She had enough of strange boys getting randomly close to her. It made her feel a bit uncomfortable and rather awkward. Was it a Gryffindor house trait that 'personal space' was not a concept or was it just coincidental that it was Gryffindors in question?
Apparently he had some sort of secret to tell her. Was it really that big of a deal if someone heard? She would much rather someone overheard his words than to walk in to see them randomly standing so close to each other. Normally, Serena would not be bothered by personal space. In the recent weeks, however, a particular boy had gotten far too close. Since then, she appeared to have put emotional barriers up of some sort. It made her feel awkward, even though there was nothing to feel awkward about. This boy was definitely not thinking about the same thing the other one was. The only things they had in common was their house and their troublesome behaviour.
The story 'Anatole' told was perhaps even more ridiculous than Serena's awkwardness right now. It was not until he also took a step back that she could sigh a breathe of relief. The boy attempted to show off his... manly side? Whilst still wearing his beautiful polka dot pink pyjamas, he attempted to tense his arms to show his strength. Was she meant to be impressed? He certainly had more muscle than her but it was not saying much. She was pretty sure several of her friends would be stronger than him. But... in a weird way, some of her closest friends were a bit too strong. They were definitely built to be future Qudditich beaters, after all.
Apparently this boy in front of her beat up the metal suits that challenged him... Challenge that Dorian Gr- wait no, Anatole Evans, to a fight. Of course not. Anatole Evans would never lose to such a thing. Pressing her lips together for a few moments. She waited for him to finish his story before she quirked an eyebrow, "The giant suit of armour decided it wanted to beat you up? And you're claiming that you actually won?" She asked him, in a slow tone of voice that clearly showed she was not buying this story at all. The armoured suits that lined the corridors of Hogwarts wanted to attack a random first year - and that too, by challenging him to a muggle fight, rather than a magical one. Alrighty then. "... Did you, by any chance, fall asleep? Because this certainly sounds more like a dream to me." Serena continued. She had absolutely no idea he had actually fallen asleep earlier. This, however, would only have happened in a dream so that seemed to be the only explanation. It would also explain the outfit he was sporting right now.
Serena sighed softly, "Mister Evans, although you should be heading back to your dorm... it sounds like you need to sleep less. You've been dreaming far too much, it seems," She concluded after hearing this story and seeing his outfit, "Especially, if you think that you could actually beat the armour." Serena played along with his story for a brief moment. Her money would be on the armour beating him, in a muggle duel. He looked stronger than her, no doubt but he was not strong enough to beat the suit of armour. Heck, she was sure that the giant suits in the corridor would tower over him and probably be heavier than him, even though they were likely to be hollow. She wanted to send him back to his dorm room but she was not sure he needed any more sleep. Perhaps she ought to send him to the Groundskeeper to spend all night serving out a detention for being incredibly delusional. Though, in truth, it was a struggle for her to keep her laughter in.
In truth, she wanted to laugh the minute he started flexing, coming up with ridiculous stories and well, claiming to be a Gryffindor he was not. Serena tried really hard not to laugh. Unfortunately, she could not help but laugh softly and shake her head at his ridiculous behaviour. If anything, it was actually rather amusing. Compared to the dreadfully boring hours she had just spent watching people clean windows, this was by far more entertaining. Although he was strange, he was at least kind of amusing.
"I'll let the Groundskeeper know that one Anatole Evans turned up for detention, shall I? Though... You know... it's quite coincidental that there's two people with the same name in your house, is it not?" Serena started, "Funny how the other Anatole is far less... troublesome, shall we say?" Then she paused and looked up and down at him, "Dresses better and has nicer hair." She concluded.
The lie was never one Serena brought to begin with. Unfortunately for him, the jig was up a long time ago. She would have believed he was Anatole Evans from the start, had she not already meant the real Anatole Evans several times. Hell, she had thrown a snowball in his face once, sat next to him in a Quidditch match and almost scared the living daylights out of him in the library once. Serena knew of an Anatole Evans in Gryffindor. But he was not this boy. He was a far more innocent and sweet boy than this one. The one that she finally had a name for: Dorian Gray.
Gray. The Pureblood family name? Or simply a coincidence? Whilst she did not recognise his full name, she did recognise the surname. There were very few pureblood families in the Wizarding world. Her mother had insisted on her memorising each and every single one of them. Of course, Serena forgot most of them and paid very little attention but after countless hours of reciting them, she was bound to recall a few here and there. 'Gray' was definitely one of the easier ones to remember. Though, don't ask her what the first name of anyone in the Gray family actually was. She did not remember that much information about them. She might be able to hazard a guess if she had options or a hint but from memory, she could not. Serena really did not want to sit there and learn the names. She simply did not care, even though her mother had forced her to do it.
It goes without saying that if Serena told Darren that 'Anatole Evans' showed up for detention then it would appear as though 'Dorian Gray' skived off. Oh dear. Looks like the boy was going to be sent to another, probably more horrible one, until he completed it.
PC: Serena Towers | iNPC: Arjan Oberoi | Other: Hjørdis Jensen & Xiomara Torres
Part-Goblin | Evasive Maneuvers | Beastmaster | Paragon of Health
Sta: 10 | Eva: 17 | Str: 3 | Wis: 15 | Arc Power: 10 | Acc: 15
Part-Goblin | Evasive Maneuvers | Beastmaster | Paragon of Health
Sta: 10 | Eva: 17 | Str: 3 | Wis: 15 | Arc Power: 10 | Acc: 15
24 Jul 2018, 01:42
Window Cleaning
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She doesn't believe him!?
If he had spoken any more of the truth then it was a reasonable fear that the suits of armour still lining the wall might come to life too and try to silence him. "Of course I won. The big chunk of rust didn't stand a chance." Dorian, aka Faux Anatole, would not relent. He was beside himself in his attempt to convince Serena of the fact that all he said was true, but the Prefect didn't seem to be about to pick up anything that he was putting down. This was made all the more evident when she accused him of devising such whimsy from sleep. She was supposed to be on his side! "I only fell asleep once, for a minute, tops. But that was before the thing tried to kill me." He was the victim, and here she was making him more of a victim by calling him a liar.
Isn't she supposed to be on his side?
Less sleep was definitely something he did not need. He was a growing boy, and he quite enjoyed his sleep, thank you very much. If he had managed to curl up behind a suit of armour and sleep comfortably, imagine what would have happened if he had been in his bed? He had instead taken the time to come and serve this detention with diligence and dignity. Well...as diligent and dignified as one could be clad to the teeth in pink pyjamas and sporting the name of an innocent goody two shoes. "But I did beat it. You should be thanking me for protecting you guys from the evil armour instead of calling me a liar." Dorian Gray. Just how far are you willing to take this flight of fantasy? Let us hope that she eventually buys this tale of whimsy so that you can get out of this unscathed, but even if she does so, Dorian; shame.
Dorian was watching her closely as he gave her the time to mull over his spirited defense. And then she surprised him by laughing. Softly, of course, but laughing nonetheless. If his ego was a factor of his persona then he might have keeled over and died right there on the spot from the sheer shock of being laughed at. But as it was, Dorian was made of tougher stuff than to take something so small without a grain of salt. Then she started speaking once again, letting him know exactly what she thought of the situation once and for all. He stiffened as she spoke as if she knew the real Anatole Evans, and the more she said the more convinced he became that he had royally screwed up and made a fool of himself. Had been making a fool of himself this entire time. And as if to add salt to the already peppered wound, she dared to say Anatole had nicer hair! "Hey!" he exclaimed while pulling off the pink cap with the bunny ears to drag his hand through his hair. "Anatole's hair does not look nearly as cool as mine." But besides all that.
OOF!
The jig was up, and Dorian was now seen weighing his options as they had a staredown in the middle of the abandoned corridor. It was getting later and later, and all his options had been exhausted. Then it hit him moments long after she had said it. His eyes widened, as clearly his mind was still addled from sleep, or a lack thereof. "Wait! Wait wait wait wait whoa whoa hey hey whoa! What are you saying?" Dorian's eyes were wide as saucers as he dragged the bunny hat back over his head without any self conscious consideration to be had in relation to his image. "I did my time toots. If you're gonna tell the old fart the name of who all did the crime and did the time then it might as well be Dorian Gray." There it was. He had given her his name now officially, completely overlooking the fact that he had slipped up before and given it away then. But in all, Dorian didn't think he needed to overstay his welcome, lest she decide that he deserved worse for dragging Anatole's good name through the mud.
If Dorian had his way, 'good' would no longer be synonymous with 'Anatole'.
For now, he needed an escape, and there was only thing that he could think of that might work given the circumstances. He had led with it, and even though she had not believed him it was a place to start. Dorian was looking past her, a little over her head with his eyes wide as saucers. In a conspiratorial tone of voice, he whisper-shouted. "Uhh... Serena? Don't take this the wrong way, but... RIP. There's another suit of armour standing right behind you!" If all went as planned, she would take the hint as he stared with frightened eyes and ominous words, turn to see what he was on about, and once she did so he would exeunt with the speed of a roadrunner fleeing from a coyote. He had met her, and hers was a face he would not soon forget. He was especially interested in what had happened to cause the burn damage to her hair. Naturally, he would spend precious time and effort to ask around the school. Goodbye for now Serena Towers.
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Exeunts unless directly stopped
✧Improvidus, Apto quod Victum✧
Stam: 3, Agi: 3, Str: 4, Con: 7, Arc: 7, Acc: 6
25 Jul 2018, 18:09
Window Cleaning
The boy continued to try and convince her that he was capable of beating up armour that was at least twice his size. It was kind of amusing. In truth, a part of her wanted to see such a fight. Because it would probably be more amusing than anything else. She was half tempted to play along but she was not sure she could even say 'of course', with a straight face to his words. Serena blinked as he openly admitted to falling asleep. She did not actually think he did. He attended detention and then... fell asleep? For a moment, the Prefect pondered. Surely, that was another offence that deserved a detention...
She would have pointed that out to him but there was another truth of the matter: this boy had still done more work on the windows than the rest of the group combined. A part of her wondered if he used the cleaning spell that they had been taught but, she also did not really care enough to question it. It was getting late. She wanted to sleep. He got bonus points for the pure effort of attempting to convince her otherwise. He was still talking about this armour that had apparently attacked him. The same suits of armour that Serena had never seen move, no matter how many times she had walked down this corridor to patrol it.
He was, at the very least, passionate about his story and was sticking to it. "Uh huh... Well then... Thank you, kind Sir, for protecting us all from these evil suits of armour that hate students. You're very brave, worthy of Gryffindor, clearly." She replied with a firm nod. Because what else would she say to that? Her tone of voice was laced heavily with sarcasm, of course, but they both knew this story was definitely not believable. It sounded insane. Even for Hogwarts, where the staircases moved, it sounded crazy. Serena would have understood if he had claimed that the armour had moved. But apparently it had transported him and then challenged him to a duel. What made the entire unbelievable was that when she checked, the armour was still upright and intact whilst the Gryffindor was dutifully cleaning the windows. If something had happened, surely he would have made a noise or told her earlier, of his own accord. The fact that he looked so innocent earlier made his story even more unbelievable now.
Serena watched the boy in front of her as he suddenly pulled off his night cap and combed his hand through his hair. Apparently that had gotten to him. She could not help but smirk a little. Did she actually think the real Anatole's hair was nicer? No. If only because she could not actually remember what his hair even looked like. Serena was never one to pay attention to appearances - unless they made a statement, like the state of Dorian's current clothing did. But based on the way he was flexing, she felt like throwing in a compliment towards the other Anatole would provoke some sort of reaction from him. One that would hopefully get him to give up with this game of his. Luckily, something worked.
The boy admitted to being Dorian Gray. Serena was not sure if he was even meant to be in this detention as she had not received any messages from the Groundskeeper regarding that name but she would take it. If it was untrue, she could probably track him down. It was clear that he knew the real Anatole, anyway. He was either a fellow Gryffindor or someone who personally knew Anatole. Though, he did not sound like a friend. What sort of friend would attempt to ruin their friend's reputation? Either way, it made it a little easier to find him again if 'Dorian Gray' was a lie too.
Before she had a chance to reply, he claimed that there was something behind her. Another suit of armour. Did she believe him? Hell no. But a part of her really wanted to look over her shoulder now that he had said it. She knew there was nothing there but... there was a tiny part of her that just wanted to confirm this. She tried to ignore that picking feeling to look behind her, knowing full well it was just a prank to distract her. But Serena could not. She glanced over her shoulder. The Hufflepuff Camp Out had shown her some terrifying things. Shadows had come alive. Perhaps there was a chance the the suits of armour did too.
The Hufflepuff look over her shoulder to see nothing behind her. Although she expected it, it still gave her a sense of relief to confirm it. And although she did not see it, she heard his footsteps suddenly dash down the corridor. Serena looked back to see the Gryffindor running down the corridor as though he was fleeing from the scene of a crime.
Watching him run down the corridor, Serena could not help but burst into laughter. She had been trying so hard not to laugh the whole time. It was a struggle. The girl laughed so hard, watching the boy in pink pyjamas leave that she had to clutch her stomach and lean against the wall to prevent herself from falling over.
Well... that certainly made her evening more entertaining. She must have laughed for a good five minutes to herself in the empty corridor before she went to pick up the cleaning materials that had been left there. She put everything away, before grabbing her own textbook and shoving it into her bag. Grabbing her things, Serena followed suit and left the corridor with a single thought lingering on her mind. Who exactly was Dorian Gray?
She would have pointed that out to him but there was another truth of the matter: this boy had still done more work on the windows than the rest of the group combined. A part of her wondered if he used the cleaning spell that they had been taught but, she also did not really care enough to question it. It was getting late. She wanted to sleep. He got bonus points for the pure effort of attempting to convince her otherwise. He was still talking about this armour that had apparently attacked him. The same suits of armour that Serena had never seen move, no matter how many times she had walked down this corridor to patrol it.
He was, at the very least, passionate about his story and was sticking to it. "Uh huh... Well then... Thank you, kind Sir, for protecting us all from these evil suits of armour that hate students. You're very brave, worthy of Gryffindor, clearly." She replied with a firm nod. Because what else would she say to that? Her tone of voice was laced heavily with sarcasm, of course, but they both knew this story was definitely not believable. It sounded insane. Even for Hogwarts, where the staircases moved, it sounded crazy. Serena would have understood if he had claimed that the armour had moved. But apparently it had transported him and then challenged him to a duel. What made the entire unbelievable was that when she checked, the armour was still upright and intact whilst the Gryffindor was dutifully cleaning the windows. If something had happened, surely he would have made a noise or told her earlier, of his own accord. The fact that he looked so innocent earlier made his story even more unbelievable now.
Serena watched the boy in front of her as he suddenly pulled off his night cap and combed his hand through his hair. Apparently that had gotten to him. She could not help but smirk a little. Did she actually think the real Anatole's hair was nicer? No. If only because she could not actually remember what his hair even looked like. Serena was never one to pay attention to appearances - unless they made a statement, like the state of Dorian's current clothing did. But based on the way he was flexing, she felt like throwing in a compliment towards the other Anatole would provoke some sort of reaction from him. One that would hopefully get him to give up with this game of his. Luckily, something worked.
The boy admitted to being Dorian Gray. Serena was not sure if he was even meant to be in this detention as she had not received any messages from the Groundskeeper regarding that name but she would take it. If it was untrue, she could probably track him down. It was clear that he knew the real Anatole, anyway. He was either a fellow Gryffindor or someone who personally knew Anatole. Though, he did not sound like a friend. What sort of friend would attempt to ruin their friend's reputation? Either way, it made it a little easier to find him again if 'Dorian Gray' was a lie too.
Before she had a chance to reply, he claimed that there was something behind her. Another suit of armour. Did she believe him? Hell no. But a part of her really wanted to look over her shoulder now that he had said it. She knew there was nothing there but... there was a tiny part of her that just wanted to confirm this. She tried to ignore that picking feeling to look behind her, knowing full well it was just a prank to distract her. But Serena could not. She glanced over her shoulder. The Hufflepuff Camp Out had shown her some terrifying things. Shadows had come alive. Perhaps there was a chance the the suits of armour did too.
The Hufflepuff look over her shoulder to see nothing behind her. Although she expected it, it still gave her a sense of relief to confirm it. And although she did not see it, she heard his footsteps suddenly dash down the corridor. Serena looked back to see the Gryffindor running down the corridor as though he was fleeing from the scene of a crime.
Watching him run down the corridor, Serena could not help but burst into laughter. She had been trying so hard not to laugh the whole time. It was a struggle. The girl laughed so hard, watching the boy in pink pyjamas leave that she had to clutch her stomach and lean against the wall to prevent herself from falling over.
Well... that certainly made her evening more entertaining. She must have laughed for a good five minutes to herself in the empty corridor before she went to pick up the cleaning materials that had been left there. She put everything away, before grabbing her own textbook and shoving it into her bag. Grabbing her things, Serena followed suit and left the corridor with a single thought lingering on her mind. Who exactly was Dorian Gray?
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PC: Serena Towers | iNPC: Arjan Oberoi | Other: Hjørdis Jensen & Xiomara Torres
Part-Goblin | Evasive Maneuvers | Beastmaster | Paragon of Health
Sta: 10 | Eva: 17 | Str: 3 | Wis: 15 | Arc Power: 10 | Acc: 15
Part-Goblin | Evasive Maneuvers | Beastmaster | Paragon of Health
Sta: 10 | Eva: 17 | Str: 3 | Wis: 15 | Arc Power: 10 | Acc: 15