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Post by mercutio on Dec 8, 2011 7:53:42 GMT -5
a small, rather inaudible thump announced the connection between mercutio's feet and the floor. how long had he been sleeping? probably a bit too long for his tastes. he'd meant to get up early to practice some potions and get ahead in the class so he wouldn't have to pay attention when he was actually in the class. that and he enjoyed being down in the dungeons, not a lot of people seemed to wander there, especially on the weekend on scheduled hogsmeade trips. while hogsmeade was fun and all, and have quite a few interesting shops, mer felt as though he could only go down there every so often without getting bored out of his mind after only a half hour. nowadays he only ever went down there to get a drink with some pals or if he just wanted some sugar or other small little necessities. for the first year or so of being able to go on that trip, he'd loved it and gone every weekend on every trip and checked out every store for hours on end. now, in his seventh year, mer realized that the stores didn't change very often, and just generally seemed to sell the same things all the time. boring.
stumbling a bit from sleep as he raised himself from his bed, mercutio yawned and sidled over to the window. it was still rather dark out, to his surprise. for some odd reason he'd woken up with the distinct feeling of having woken up late in the day. he really needed to get some sort of a watch. so, it had to be at least six am, maybe seven, he couldn't be sure. whatever time it was, it meant he was still on schedule - perfect. he quickly found some worn down jeans, some kicks, a plain black t-shirt, and quickly slipped them on. he stashed his wand in his back pocket and pulled on a black button sweater. not bothering to find a comb in the dimly lit bedroom, and not all too concerned with the appearance of his bed hair as he was sure he wouldn't be running into very many people, he quickly finger brushed over it even just to make sure and soon was off.
the common room was void of a soul, though mer had hoped there'd have been someone, anyone already awake and had stolen some breakfast food from the kitchens. to his dismay, there wasn't a crumb in sight. ah well, it didn't matter much. mercutio didn't eat much for breakfast anyway. and for that matter, he never really ate much in general. eating just seemed so tediously boring, and unless the food was incredibly interesting from some exotic country, which most food here didn't seem to be or tried to be and didn't quite make it, mercutio thus wasn't a huge fan of hogwarts food. though he did want to give a pat on the back to all those little chefs who conjured up some of the most amazing feasts during holidays. those, while he still didn't always enjoy eating some of it, were quite stunning and festive.
he pushed the wall/door of the common room open and quietly crept out, being sure to pick up his feet as he walked so as to not wake any of the portraits up. though the dungeon didn't have a large assortment of portraits as they had upstairs. the dungeon was cold and gloomy, and mer had to take out his wand, quietly whispering lumos to see where he was going. the dungeons, as with the slytherin common room, were empty thankfully. which meant he wouldn't stumble upon anyone else who might happen to ask where exactly he was going. he hated being questioned in the morning, he was too sleepy to think of an answer and generally told the truth and he hated telling the truth in the morning. mercutio lightly opened one of the potion classroom
s door and cringed a bit as it gave a rather loud squeal from the unoiled hinges. when it stopped he held his breath listening for anyone who might've heard it and when he heard nothing, he slipping inside and started brewing.
words, 739 --- tagged, open --- notes, might add an outfit & template laterrr
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