Post by Jaxxon Malfoy on Feb 12, 2007 18:03:05 GMT -5
Well, well, well. What have we here then? A Malfoy in the library? Very interesting. Well, not really. Jaxxon had gone up there to do a project he'd been procrastinating on. If you knew Jaxxon, you'd know how much he procrastinated.
And the reason he remembered was:
He'd been lying in his bed, cover half back, half on the floor like normal-a restless sleeper, who fidgets, a lot due to night terrors. He'd woken up after being at the receiving end of a nightmare. He got them a lot recently, and had taken to staying awake all night, but he hadn't been able to hold off the sleep deprivated state he'd gone into last night. The sudden jerk of waking up had caused him to bang his head viciously on the end of his bed, making an angry red lump appear on his forehead, and his eyes to spring open, watering in pain.
Everyone knows how painful it is to bang your head on something, it's like stubbing a toe. I mean that aches and aches, and makes you want to swear and yell, well banging your head's just like that but on a larger scale so the pain is more spread out.
Jaxxon had remembered the project in a flash, and in a moment of insanity had decided to actually get it done for once. Maybe he was turning over a new leaf, and actually starting to do his work, or maybe he'd just gotten a bigger knock from the bed that he'd originally thought.
Jaxxon got up, and changed into something more practical than his pyjamas for the day ahead. Some grey skinny jeans, checkered vans, and a fall out boy t shirt, and pink hoody ought to do it. He shoved his hands into his pockets in a comforting way, and walked out of his dormitory, slamming the door hard as he passed it. He walked out of the common room hole, picking his shoulder bag as he did so, and he checked that he had some spare parchment in there.
He walked up to the unfamiliar territory of the library, and stopped outside the gilded doors to the haven of knowledge. It seemed like he was having second thoughts, but the moment past and Jaxxon regained the insanity from the morning. He walked in and went to the end, where bookcases surrounded a small table that had a large window overlooking the courtyard. Maybe he could spy on a few people while getting his work done? His jumbled brain knocked that thought out, and said to him start the project now.
Jaxxon reached down into his back, and delved around for some crumpled parchment and a flatten quill, and diry ink pot. He brought out the items, and dipped the grey feather quill into the black ink, pausing to contemplate the subject of his project, shield charms, their effects and uses.
And the reason he remembered was:
He'd been lying in his bed, cover half back, half on the floor like normal-a restless sleeper, who fidgets, a lot due to night terrors. He'd woken up after being at the receiving end of a nightmare. He got them a lot recently, and had taken to staying awake all night, but he hadn't been able to hold off the sleep deprivated state he'd gone into last night. The sudden jerk of waking up had caused him to bang his head viciously on the end of his bed, making an angry red lump appear on his forehead, and his eyes to spring open, watering in pain.
Everyone knows how painful it is to bang your head on something, it's like stubbing a toe. I mean that aches and aches, and makes you want to swear and yell, well banging your head's just like that but on a larger scale so the pain is more spread out.
Jaxxon had remembered the project in a flash, and in a moment of insanity had decided to actually get it done for once. Maybe he was turning over a new leaf, and actually starting to do his work, or maybe he'd just gotten a bigger knock from the bed that he'd originally thought.
Jaxxon got up, and changed into something more practical than his pyjamas for the day ahead. Some grey skinny jeans, checkered vans, and a fall out boy t shirt, and pink hoody ought to do it. He shoved his hands into his pockets in a comforting way, and walked out of his dormitory, slamming the door hard as he passed it. He walked out of the common room hole, picking his shoulder bag as he did so, and he checked that he had some spare parchment in there.
He walked up to the unfamiliar territory of the library, and stopped outside the gilded doors to the haven of knowledge. It seemed like he was having second thoughts, but the moment past and Jaxxon regained the insanity from the morning. He walked in and went to the end, where bookcases surrounded a small table that had a large window overlooking the courtyard. Maybe he could spy on a few people while getting his work done? His jumbled brain knocked that thought out, and said to him start the project now.
Jaxxon reached down into his back, and delved around for some crumpled parchment and a flatten quill, and diry ink pot. He brought out the items, and dipped the grey feather quill into the black ink, pausing to contemplate the subject of his project, shield charms, their effects and uses.
