Post by Caleb Donnelly S7 on Feb 10, 2007 6:43:45 GMT
Caleb moved quickly through the common room in the Slytherin dormitory. His nerves were shot as he listened to the continuous chatter of the annoying first years. He took a deep breath as he moved through the secret door. He was a prefect and he needed to start dealing with annoying little kids if he was planning on becoming headboy next year. It was what he clearly wanted...to show his 'family' that he could do fine without him. He ran a hand through his blonde hair in an attempt to relief some of his frustration. After having to deal with a first year trying to curse everyone in sight he was getting kind of exhausted. He didn't realize how much he was going to have to do as a prefect, especially compared to last year when he had been absolutely fine. He had practically no problems the year before, just the occasional duel that seemed to find it's way into the common room whether for fun or trying to settle arguments. Those had been nothing compared to the havoc the first year had been causing.
He leaned back against the wall of the dungeon corridors and took another deep breath before continuing on his walk out of the dark damp dungeons. His eyes avoided the light streaming through the windows of the entrance hall. It was blinding compared to the darkness within the dungeons. He rubbed at his eyes briefly letting them adjust as he made his way up the grand staircase and then toward the student lounge. He felt for his journal wondering if it had accidentally fell out when he was in the middle of his prefect duties. He sighed in relief as he touched the cool black leather book. It was his pride and joy. The only thing that let him release his emotions, pain, and questions. The only thing he could clearly talk to and actually feel like he didn't have to lie, like he didn't have to cover up the truth. It's why he never left it out. Never let anyone see it. It was too important for anyone to see. His personally thoughts that were too much for him alone to think. So he wrote them down and reevaluated them later. It was almost his own personal pensieve, without the magic.
Caleb's thoughts continued to wander as the student lounge finally came into view and he hurried through the door thankful for the peace that came from within the closed doors. The common room was empty and softly lit by the fire going and the light breaking through the curtains covering the windows. He moved to his normal chair in front of the fireplace and quickly pulled out his journal. The words sprang across the page in the dark quill that he had been using before. He pulled it out once again and the ink bottle that was also within his pocket. He dipped the quill into the ink and began writing again his thoughts all completely focused on his writing. He wasn't paying any attention to the soft slam of the door of the student lounge. He wrote without a second thought.
He leaned back against the wall of the dungeon corridors and took another deep breath before continuing on his walk out of the dark damp dungeons. His eyes avoided the light streaming through the windows of the entrance hall. It was blinding compared to the darkness within the dungeons. He rubbed at his eyes briefly letting them adjust as he made his way up the grand staircase and then toward the student lounge. He felt for his journal wondering if it had accidentally fell out when he was in the middle of his prefect duties. He sighed in relief as he touched the cool black leather book. It was his pride and joy. The only thing that let him release his emotions, pain, and questions. The only thing he could clearly talk to and actually feel like he didn't have to lie, like he didn't have to cover up the truth. It's why he never left it out. Never let anyone see it. It was too important for anyone to see. His personally thoughts that were too much for him alone to think. So he wrote them down and reevaluated them later. It was almost his own personal pensieve, without the magic.
Caleb's thoughts continued to wander as the student lounge finally came into view and he hurried through the door thankful for the peace that came from within the closed doors. The common room was empty and softly lit by the fire going and the light breaking through the curtains covering the windows. He moved to his normal chair in front of the fireplace and quickly pulled out his journal. The words sprang across the page in the dark quill that he had been using before. He pulled it out once again and the ink bottle that was also within his pocket. He dipped the quill into the ink and began writing again his thoughts all completely focused on his writing. He wasn't paying any attention to the soft slam of the door of the student lounge. He wrote without a second thought.
