Post by mationix on Jan 21, 2014 12:00:15 GMT -5
Dai glanced up at the sky, a small frown on his face. Small snowflakes danced around him, some catching themselves in his black hair, others falling down to his black robe, his navy blue scarf's ends fluttering in the wind. Winter had never been a fun year to be at Hogwarts, at least for Dai. It meant the peace and quiet he loved, had been crumpled up and stomped on. Even now, the first years were running around, trying to catch snowflakes on their tongues or tossing the snow at one another.
He had been trying to find an abandoned place to try and perfect his patronus, though it usually ended with a faint flicker of light and the start of it, though it quickly disappeared. It had been grating on Dai's nerves that most of his classmates had somehow casted the corporal spell, flaunting their patroni around at the Great Hall. Most had even gotten out of control: dogs, cats, birds, reptiles -you name it-, started careening around the tables. If Dai wasn't trying to study, he would've found it amusing. Though when was Dai never studying?
The sixth year made his way into the castle, unwrapping his scarf from his neck and letting out a sigh. His cheeks were flushed pink from the cold, and he ruffled his black hair, it slick from the now liquefied snow. Dai slipt his way past a group of female fourth years, pausing to flash them a charming smile, before winding his way downstairs, loud giggles following him.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, he found a quiet room to practice his patronus. He set his books of to the side, picking up one of the spell books he had found in the library. It was on old seventh year's spell book, looking as if it hadn't been used in years. Dai threw his scarf on top of the books, before opening the spell book. Dust flew out of it, causing Dai to cough and wave his hand, trying to get rid of the cloud of dust. He gently set it down, propping its spine on the wall. Dai took his wand out and was about to start, when he heard footsteps. He paused and glanced over his shoulder. "Who's there?" He called out.
He had been trying to find an abandoned place to try and perfect his patronus, though it usually ended with a faint flicker of light and the start of it, though it quickly disappeared. It had been grating on Dai's nerves that most of his classmates had somehow casted the corporal spell, flaunting their patroni around at the Great Hall. Most had even gotten out of control: dogs, cats, birds, reptiles -you name it-, started careening around the tables. If Dai wasn't trying to study, he would've found it amusing. Though when was Dai never studying?
The sixth year made his way into the castle, unwrapping his scarf from his neck and letting out a sigh. His cheeks were flushed pink from the cold, and he ruffled his black hair, it slick from the now liquefied snow. Dai slipt his way past a group of female fourth years, pausing to flash them a charming smile, before winding his way downstairs, loud giggles following him.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, he found a quiet room to practice his patronus. He set his books of to the side, picking up one of the spell books he had found in the library. It was on old seventh year's spell book, looking as if it hadn't been used in years. Dai threw his scarf on top of the books, before opening the spell book. Dust flew out of it, causing Dai to cough and wave his hand, trying to get rid of the cloud of dust. He gently set it down, propping its spine on the wall. Dai took his wand out and was about to start, when he heard footsteps. He paused and glanced over his shoulder. "Who's there?" He called out.
