Post by gryphon on Sept 1, 2007 8:10:52 GMT -5
9:00pm.
An hour left until it would be curfew and prefects and professor would come out and patrol the area. Getting little Gryphon potentially into trouble. Oh dear, she wouldn't like that at all. Though half of her was curious in a way to know just what they would exactly do? Take house points off most likely... maybe detention?
"bah- who cares." She mumbled not exactly wanting to move away from her current position in the middle of the floor any time soon. Nuh-uh. Comfy spots should stay comfy spots for longer than just a moment, everyone knew that. Besides after doing so many damn cartwheels she was pretty sure her head would spin off if she moved. Thus the wooden panels felt rather comfy and stupidly fun.
24 cartwheels in a row. That was as many as she had counted before it became impossible to do so. Oh. And that was after the too-many she had been doing all afternoon.
But lets not get this whole picture wrong now, Gryphon hadn't done this out of happiness or cause of a dare. Nuuh. For a reason with much, much more richer purpose. The hallway was so damn empty, and so damn long. It screamed lotsofcartwheels.
Problem was this corridor just kept giving and giving and giving.
There was only so much she could handle, yet Gryphon was so determined to get to the end of this. Meet a door or somethin. Yes, she would eventually... within the last hour. But for now she would just lay here appreciating the floor unlike it had even been appreciated before.
x) heh, sicko.
[/size][/center][/font]An hour left until it would be curfew and prefects and professor would come out and patrol the area. Getting little Gryphon potentially into trouble. Oh dear, she wouldn't like that at all. Though half of her was curious in a way to know just what they would exactly do? Take house points off most likely... maybe detention?
"bah- who cares." She mumbled not exactly wanting to move away from her current position in the middle of the floor any time soon. Nuh-uh. Comfy spots should stay comfy spots for longer than just a moment, everyone knew that. Besides after doing so many damn cartwheels she was pretty sure her head would spin off if she moved. Thus the wooden panels felt rather comfy and stupidly fun.
24 cartwheels in a row. That was as many as she had counted before it became impossible to do so. Oh. And that was after the too-many she had been doing all afternoon.
But lets not get this whole picture wrong now, Gryphon hadn't done this out of happiness or cause of a dare. Nuuh. For a reason with much, much more richer purpose. The hallway was so damn empty, and so damn long. It screamed lotsofcartwheels.
Problem was this corridor just kept giving and giving and giving.
There was only so much she could handle, yet Gryphon was so determined to get to the end of this. Meet a door or somethin. Yes, she would eventually... within the last hour. But for now she would just lay here appreciating the floor unlike it had even been appreciated before.
x) heh, sicko.