Post by che on Dec 2, 2007 17:35:38 GMT -5
Only a day had passed since Che had arrived at the school, and already he was a little bit homesick. Puerto Rico was so far away, though, and it was most certainly not in him to admit defeat by going to Hogsmeade so soon. So the only thing for him to do was to seek a way to view his home without actually being there.
Thus, he had come here to find a way to view his home in San Juan, Puerto Rico. The corridors were cold for him, since it had been all autumn since he'd been in Hogsmeade, thus he wasn't at his best for "cold resistance" right now. Because of this, he was wearing his full hooded cloak, and thick black jeans and a black-grey-and-white striped sweater. His eyes were hazel at the moment, reflecting his neutral mood.
"This is so weak, Che," he taunted himself, as he searched out the Wandering Room. Okay, so maybe he wasn't used to being so far from his parents. Maybe he needed to say something to them once more before being thrust off so far. But that didn't change the fact that he felt like a complete coward for doing this so early. What if his parents found out? Would they take him back to San Juan, or worse, floo in to Hogsmeade and make him visit?
Of course not. But Che wouldn't listen to reason. He was on a mission. After finding the Wandering Room, he entered and immediately found himself in the middle of San Juan. "These people aren't real," he immediately commented. They certainly looked real, though. The only difference was that nobody Che recognized was here, and at the time shown in San Juan, Che would recognize half the people here.
"Now to just find my house," he said, unaware that the doorway to the room was still open. He began tracking down his residence, even as the doorway stood wide open. Good lord these Scottish castles get drafty at times, he thought to himself.
Thus, he had come here to find a way to view his home in San Juan, Puerto Rico. The corridors were cold for him, since it had been all autumn since he'd been in Hogsmeade, thus he wasn't at his best for "cold resistance" right now. Because of this, he was wearing his full hooded cloak, and thick black jeans and a black-grey-and-white striped sweater. His eyes were hazel at the moment, reflecting his neutral mood.
"This is so weak, Che," he taunted himself, as he searched out the Wandering Room. Okay, so maybe he wasn't used to being so far from his parents. Maybe he needed to say something to them once more before being thrust off so far. But that didn't change the fact that he felt like a complete coward for doing this so early. What if his parents found out? Would they take him back to San Juan, or worse, floo in to Hogsmeade and make him visit?
Of course not. But Che wouldn't listen to reason. He was on a mission. After finding the Wandering Room, he entered and immediately found himself in the middle of San Juan. "These people aren't real," he immediately commented. They certainly looked real, though. The only difference was that nobody Che recognized was here, and at the time shown in San Juan, Che would recognize half the people here.
"Now to just find my house," he said, unaware that the doorway to the room was still open. He began tracking down his residence, even as the doorway stood wide open. Good lord these Scottish castles get drafty at times, he thought to himself.