Post by leon on Jan 11, 2006 19:51:32 GMT
Leon almost jumped out of bed that morning, yelping loudly. He glanced around, staring at his surroundings with wide eyes. He caught sight of his roommates lounging on his own bed, giving him dagger-worthy glares. Stumbling to lean on the post of his bed Leon spoke in a shocked voice.
“Jesus, what happened!?” Then he saw the missing pillow from the boy’s bed, then the pillow on the floor beside his own. “Why you throw that at me, they must weigh a ton!” Leon questioned, scowling a little. Once Leon woke from his sleep he could never get back to sleep, and it was only seven in the morning. The boy explained Leon had been snoring, and after throwing the pillow back at him full-force good-humouredly, Leon dressed in his usual Saturday clothes- some nice, light blue jeans with a black jumper on his torso. His blonde hair he styled a little less than usual, and once done he pulled on his trainers and seized his black cat, Zaphani. The male feline growled at him though with no more harm than Leon had thrown the pillow with. Leon just laughed at the cat. Once, Zaphani had been the grumpiest, most vicious cat Leon knew. Then one day beside the lake with Flo and her cat, Zaphani changed completely. The black was fairly old now and only had a few more months left in him, Leon suspected, but could still swipe a few mice with a strong will.
After ignoring the tempting scents pouring from the Great Hall for all the early wakers, Leon was forced to hug Zaphani to him as they passed Peeves- the meddlesome poltergeist who was throwing over-ripe bananas at everyone, and almost sprinted out of the Castle to get away from the squishy bananas. He headed almost absent-mindedly to a small clearing of bushes which sat comfortably beside the Castle. Not many people knew about the little place- it was quite small and Leon believed only he and Zaphani visited it often. As Leon walked over to it his shoes crunched in the fresh snow, leaving pretty, icy footsteps in the otherwise undisturbed whiteness. On reaching the clearing Leon set Zaphani carefully on a dry patch beneath one limp hedge, which he himself sat on the coat he had thoughtfully brought with him. As he tucked his legs beneath him and looked up to the sky he smiled as a snowflake wet his forehead, melting and giving him a momentary shiver before he began to expect it as more snow rained down on him. The sky was dark-blue though with enough light to see by, and the flakes seemed to pop up from no-where as they fell.
Brushing a flake from his nose and envying Zaphani, who was small enough to fit beneath the hedge, Leon bent his head over the one object, other than his cat and the old coat, which he had brought with him. It was his sketch book, with his drawing pencil stuck in the spine so it wouldn’t fall. Pushing out the silver-grey pencil Leon looked around him for a suitable sketch, seeing it almost immediately. Although Zaphani didn’t have a white background behind him, he did have a dark green one and a white snow-field before him. His black fur contrasted brilliantly with the light, and, sticking his tongue out as he always did when drawing, Leon began to sketch the rough outline of his cat. He had often drawn Zaphani and the cat knew when he was doing it, and the feline kept completely still, though his orange eyes flitted through the skies as they studied each and every passing shadow.
“Jesus, what happened!?” Then he saw the missing pillow from the boy’s bed, then the pillow on the floor beside his own. “Why you throw that at me, they must weigh a ton!” Leon questioned, scowling a little. Once Leon woke from his sleep he could never get back to sleep, and it was only seven in the morning. The boy explained Leon had been snoring, and after throwing the pillow back at him full-force good-humouredly, Leon dressed in his usual Saturday clothes- some nice, light blue jeans with a black jumper on his torso. His blonde hair he styled a little less than usual, and once done he pulled on his trainers and seized his black cat, Zaphani. The male feline growled at him though with no more harm than Leon had thrown the pillow with. Leon just laughed at the cat. Once, Zaphani had been the grumpiest, most vicious cat Leon knew. Then one day beside the lake with Flo and her cat, Zaphani changed completely. The black was fairly old now and only had a few more months left in him, Leon suspected, but could still swipe a few mice with a strong will.
After ignoring the tempting scents pouring from the Great Hall for all the early wakers, Leon was forced to hug Zaphani to him as they passed Peeves- the meddlesome poltergeist who was throwing over-ripe bananas at everyone, and almost sprinted out of the Castle to get away from the squishy bananas. He headed almost absent-mindedly to a small clearing of bushes which sat comfortably beside the Castle. Not many people knew about the little place- it was quite small and Leon believed only he and Zaphani visited it often. As Leon walked over to it his shoes crunched in the fresh snow, leaving pretty, icy footsteps in the otherwise undisturbed whiteness. On reaching the clearing Leon set Zaphani carefully on a dry patch beneath one limp hedge, which he himself sat on the coat he had thoughtfully brought with him. As he tucked his legs beneath him and looked up to the sky he smiled as a snowflake wet his forehead, melting and giving him a momentary shiver before he began to expect it as more snow rained down on him. The sky was dark-blue though with enough light to see by, and the flakes seemed to pop up from no-where as they fell.
Brushing a flake from his nose and envying Zaphani, who was small enough to fit beneath the hedge, Leon bent his head over the one object, other than his cat and the old coat, which he had brought with him. It was his sketch book, with his drawing pencil stuck in the spine so it wouldn’t fall. Pushing out the silver-grey pencil Leon looked around him for a suitable sketch, seeing it almost immediately. Although Zaphani didn’t have a white background behind him, he did have a dark green one and a white snow-field before him. His black fur contrasted brilliantly with the light, and, sticking his tongue out as he always did when drawing, Leon began to sketch the rough outline of his cat. He had often drawn Zaphani and the cat knew when he was doing it, and the feline kept completely still, though his orange eyes flitted through the skies as they studied each and every passing shadow.