19 Mar 2023, 01:39
Another One In The Casket
Clark groaned. He was so tired after running. Maybe, maybe it was the screams that finally got into his head. Maybe he was hallucinating. Maybe he actually died in the middle of the night and this is some god-awful way to punish Clark for something that he – well – he likely deserved it. He did, after all, try to set the library on fire – and he did break in and literally intentionally demolish glass within the greenhouses. But that was just him being stupid, and completely obnoxious, and probably very unlikely to succeed/secure a spot within the prefect team. If they actually cared about Clark Dash he would likely be trying to wean him off of his misbehavior and his immaturity that most people seem to really hate. But after all, in the end, what difference does it make he was still being. You can piss off as many people as you want, and still have the same amount of people love you. And he had plenty of supporters. And that was the thought, that kept him running, running.
He looked up, he finally made it back to Hogwarts. He didn’t think he’d actually be able to touch the stone walls. He thought he was gonna die at first, and he faced the spears, and now he’s out running an errand for some stupid screamer that he didn’t actually get to know.
Another round of dejected sighing, he proceeded to walk at a fast pace- trying to figure out who this Avery was.
He felt like he was fucked up in someway, the fact that he didn’t even know who this Avery. If he had a letter sent to him, surely he was important enough for Clark to have known.
Clark, and his stupidity, just turned towards the green houses, and ran. He was livid. Angry. He wanted to know who the fucking hell Avery was. The feeling of screaming vibrated through his brain again – but it was only a phantom feeling. He went through that for a letter, that said, happy Ostara. This is bullshit. What did Clark not know? Was he hallucinating again?
He stuffed the paper in his pocket, as he approached greenhouse door, and leaned over to pick up a rock. If he had to break in, to look around – for someone that might not even be there in the first place – then he would do it.
Breaking in entering, was not a new topic for him, and he thrived on the knowledge of that. Just as long as this so-called Avery would not be by the great lake or in the great lake. Clark could not swim.
But he put down the rock. And instead, he resorted to using his head, as an attempt to break down the door. One way, or another, this important figure would get his letter.
Maybe there was no point. He threw his head towards the door, listened to its shatter, then ran back to Hogwarts Castle to avoid punishment. He would leave it as a mark that he was there.
. This is only the first stop on his voyage for finding Avery.| You've gotta break some eggs to make an omlette, something something. |