Post by Pierce James on Oct 16, 2007 19:36:49 GMT -5
The Great Hall looked amazing. Nearly all of the levitating candles were extinguished except a few and several round hollowed out pumpkins had candles settled in them, dotting the four house tables, creating a soft and elegant glow about the room. They charmed ceiling was absolutely beautiful, too. The imitated sky was completely clear of clouds, and thousands of stars dotted it the moon off to the side, creating their own sheen. The room was completely deserted, too. No students, no professors. Not a ghost in sight.
In other words, the setting was perfect.
Pierce had walked in alone, slowly, calmly, and quietly. Aaryn had told him to just go into the Great Hall and she'd meet him. He couldn't help but wonder what she was doing. Maybe she'd ditched him and snuck back into the common room to leave him waiting there all night. He hoped that wasn't the case. Then again, he didn't see her heading back the way they'd come, but into an opposite set of corridors.
He went to the nearest table, stepping up on its bench to sit on the table itself right beside a glowing jack-o-lantern. The magically carved and charmed pumpkin looked at him, and made the motion of snickering without making a sound. He frowned, taking his wand out of his back pocket and nudged the thing. At the touch of his wand, the expression changed. Now it was happy, smiling contently. How odd. Interesting and kind of cool, but still very odd.
Satisfied that the once snickering animated pumpkin was now busy looking airily about the room, and not paying attention to him, Pierce put his wand inside his jacket pocket. He scooted away from it a little bit. It was a little creepy. Where was that Aaryn at and what could she possibly be doing? Whatever she was doing, she was probably being adorable. He knew he shouldn't be thinking that, but she was cute with everything she did.
Ok, now he was bored. He looked to his hands, finding that one of his fingernails was a little dirty. Pierce scratched at it, and completely missed the sound of approaching footsteps. He was thinking of what Missus Pebbles was up to, and why it was taking her so long to get back. Bah. This was ridiculous. He had to resist thinking so much about her. And get over the fact that he liked her. Or suppress it until he found out what she thought.<Since time is up for term, the contents of this thread will be shown somewhere else instead of being written out. =] Thread Closed.>
