Post by Lee Harvester on Jul 11, 2009 10:28:32 GMT -5
Lee awoke to a startling smell Saturday morning, a cross between body odor and wet cotton. Before he even opened his eyes he knew what it was, someone had casually thrown their sock across the room and it had landed right on his face. He sat up and the green tube sock fell to his lap, however the horrid stench just seemed to want to attack his olfactory senses. Taking the sock in his hand he chucked it across the room and into a waste paper basket near the stairs. He threw the blanket off of him and stepped off onto the cold, hard wood floor, a shiver running the length of his spine. He never understood why, with all the magic in the world, they couldn't seem to figure out how to keep the floors from almost freezing over during the night; he grumbled about this as he made his way down the stairs, in nothing but a black wife-beater and a pair over bark blue pajama bottoms, and to the boys washroom.
When he finally reached it, he found himself alone in the sizable bathroom. He made his way across the tile floor, from the door, to the first sink, turning on both the hot and cold water and making a bowl with his hands, which he placed under the stream. He waited a couple seconds, his hand bowl filling quickly, before taking the water and splashing it in his face. He repeated this process a few times, trying to get rid of the sweaty sock smell, but, after about the 4th time he gave up and trudged back out and up the stairs, turning the water off before he left.
When he reached his bed he popped open the trunk on the floor at the foot of the bed and started digging around for something to wear. After about 5 minutes, he'd pulled out a pair of socks, a pair of black, with orange stitching, Tripp pants with out the chains, a pair of old black combat boots and a black t-shirt. He stood, pulling a bundle of sheets that'd been hidden in a large, leather-bound, hollowed-out book entitled "If we were all midgets!" He tossed the book back in the trunk and the bundle on his bed, as he turned to look around the room, everyone else was in the room was still sleeping, which made sense, as Lee looked at his watch; 4:30 A.M. flashed against the semi-dark room.
Pulling the shirt over his wife-beater and tossing his pajama pants into the trunk, he began dressing. In a few minutes he was fully dressed, save for the laces on his right boot. Pulling the at the bundle of sheets, Lee pulled out a two foot long knife with a simple spiked hand guard that extended out over the handle on the bladed side of the knife. He tucked the knife into his right boot on the inner-most side and begun lacing up. In a few moments he was down in the common room sitting at a table in the back corner with a text book and a sheaf of parchment laid out on the table and a quill in his hand. It was extra study for potions class, really the only class he had a great deal of trouble with, no matter if it was in class or out. His other classes were difficult, since he wasn't to good with a wand, but if he tried the techniques by himself, with his knife, he did quite well. However, potions didn't require much use of the wand, and quite a bit of knowledge of chemistry, which he lacked.
Taking his free hand to his short aqua-colored locks and lightly pulling at his hair, Lee began to scribble down anything that seemed any where near helpful from the book. He'd only been sitting in the common room for maybe 20 minutes, completely alone until he heard someone on the steps of one of the dormitories, which of them it was, he couldn't tell for sure.
When he finally reached it, he found himself alone in the sizable bathroom. He made his way across the tile floor, from the door, to the first sink, turning on both the hot and cold water and making a bowl with his hands, which he placed under the stream. He waited a couple seconds, his hand bowl filling quickly, before taking the water and splashing it in his face. He repeated this process a few times, trying to get rid of the sweaty sock smell, but, after about the 4th time he gave up and trudged back out and up the stairs, turning the water off before he left.
When he reached his bed he popped open the trunk on the floor at the foot of the bed and started digging around for something to wear. After about 5 minutes, he'd pulled out a pair of socks, a pair of black, with orange stitching, Tripp pants with out the chains, a pair of old black combat boots and a black t-shirt. He stood, pulling a bundle of sheets that'd been hidden in a large, leather-bound, hollowed-out book entitled "If we were all midgets!" He tossed the book back in the trunk and the bundle on his bed, as he turned to look around the room, everyone else was in the room was still sleeping, which made sense, as Lee looked at his watch; 4:30 A.M. flashed against the semi-dark room.
Pulling the shirt over his wife-beater and tossing his pajama pants into the trunk, he began dressing. In a few minutes he was fully dressed, save for the laces on his right boot. Pulling the at the bundle of sheets, Lee pulled out a two foot long knife with a simple spiked hand guard that extended out over the handle on the bladed side of the knife. He tucked the knife into his right boot on the inner-most side and begun lacing up. In a few moments he was down in the common room sitting at a table in the back corner with a text book and a sheaf of parchment laid out on the table and a quill in his hand. It was extra study for potions class, really the only class he had a great deal of trouble with, no matter if it was in class or out. His other classes were difficult, since he wasn't to good with a wand, but if he tried the techniques by himself, with his knife, he did quite well. However, potions didn't require much use of the wand, and quite a bit of knowledge of chemistry, which he lacked.
Taking his free hand to his short aqua-colored locks and lightly pulling at his hair, Lee began to scribble down anything that seemed any where near helpful from the book. He'd only been sitting in the common room for maybe 20 minutes, completely alone until he heard someone on the steps of one of the dormitories, which of them it was, he couldn't tell for sure.
