Post by Darren Gibbs S1 on Jul 25, 2007 12:25:23 GMT
At last! The holidays had FINALLY arrived. Although he had somewhat enjoyed his first year at Hogwarts, Darren couldn't help but think that his second year would be much better. He would no longer be one of the youngest in the school. Hence he would be, or he would hope to be, more respected than in this year. And he hoped that some of the work would actually be more of a challenge, especially in Potiions and DADA. He didn't get the most amazing of grades in some subjects-namely Herbology, History and Astronomy, but in the case of Herbology at least, it was more a case of he simply couldn't be bothered to do much studying for the exam, he wasn't at all stupid. And History, well, he couldn't be more bored if he spent the lessons watching paint dry. And Astronomy he just found pure useless.
He had spent most of the morning lying on his bed, throwing a ball up to the ceiling and catching it again as it fell back towards his face. There wasn't exactly much else to do-he had seen better weather in the middle of December. It was cold, there was a storm, and there had recently been so much rain that he wouldn't be surprised to hear of flood warnings. And the few friends he did have had all chosen the same week to be going away, whereas he was only going to spend a week in Holland, as usual. At least the weather should be better there. He decided to look out of the window to see if there were any people stupid enough to be out in the horrible weather. He saw a flash of lightning in the distance, closely followed by rolling thunder.
Through the window, he saw an owl, delivering some post. now getting bored of looking out of the window, he went to the front door to see if there was anything of interest to him. Among the pile he saw an envelope addressed to him, with the Hogwarts crest on it. Suspecting what it was, he opened it to see if his suspicions were correct. They were-it was the standard letter with the list of things he needed for next year. At least it gave him something to do, even if it wasn't exactly the best weather to go out in. He put the letter on the kitchen table, and decided to get something to eat, before he went out to get the things he needed for next year. THe textbooks, quills, ink, parchment...plus whatever else they had there.
Finishing his meal, he plucked his waterproof coat from one of the hooks by the door-it was still raining outside, but not as heavliy as before-and the list of things to get, and walked over to the fireplace. Throwing some floo powder into it, he shouted "Diagon Alley" and was spent spinning through the fireplace. However, he ended up landing in the familiar surrounding of The Leaky Cauldron, and walked to the wall where he tapped a few bricks and was let in. But before he went to the normal shops, he decided to go to somewhere much darker, quite fitting with the dark weather, and half way up the street he torned left into Knockturn Alley. As he went through the gates, accompanied by people saying "ooo, you shouldn't be going in there son, 'tis very dangerous" and similar things, he walked over to Borgin and Burkes to see what dark objects they had today.
Darren was interested in Dark Magic, and always had. His aim in life used to be to become a death eater, before the death of the dark lord. Hearing the jingle of the bell as he walked in he looked to see if there was anything of interest to him, among the cursed jewellery, he noticed a glittering silver potion. The label read "causes a long and painful death to your most hated of enemies. With no antidote, combined with veritaserum this is an extremely powerful poison". Darren grinned at this. He imagined what it could do, but had little interest in buying it as he couldn't see himself using it ever. Looking around the shop more, there were some interesting items, but all of the best items were extremely expensive, and Darren had no way near enough money to buy any of it. So he decided to leave the shop, with a seemingly innocent looking feather that claimed to make people tell the truth for a whole hour, even with just a slight touch.
Walking carefully through the gate back to Diagon Alley, a girl that looked a couple of years older than himself crashed into him. Looking at her, she looked familiar....she must be at Hogwarts, was Darren's initial thought. His second thought was to shout at her to "be more careful when you're walking in the future!" At her and then to pick up the bag he'd dropped on the floor.
He had spent most of the morning lying on his bed, throwing a ball up to the ceiling and catching it again as it fell back towards his face. There wasn't exactly much else to do-he had seen better weather in the middle of December. It was cold, there was a storm, and there had recently been so much rain that he wouldn't be surprised to hear of flood warnings. And the few friends he did have had all chosen the same week to be going away, whereas he was only going to spend a week in Holland, as usual. At least the weather should be better there. He decided to look out of the window to see if there were any people stupid enough to be out in the horrible weather. He saw a flash of lightning in the distance, closely followed by rolling thunder.
Through the window, he saw an owl, delivering some post. now getting bored of looking out of the window, he went to the front door to see if there was anything of interest to him. Among the pile he saw an envelope addressed to him, with the Hogwarts crest on it. Suspecting what it was, he opened it to see if his suspicions were correct. They were-it was the standard letter with the list of things he needed for next year. At least it gave him something to do, even if it wasn't exactly the best weather to go out in. He put the letter on the kitchen table, and decided to get something to eat, before he went out to get the things he needed for next year. THe textbooks, quills, ink, parchment...plus whatever else they had there.
Finishing his meal, he plucked his waterproof coat from one of the hooks by the door-it was still raining outside, but not as heavliy as before-and the list of things to get, and walked over to the fireplace. Throwing some floo powder into it, he shouted "Diagon Alley" and was spent spinning through the fireplace. However, he ended up landing in the familiar surrounding of The Leaky Cauldron, and walked to the wall where he tapped a few bricks and was let in. But before he went to the normal shops, he decided to go to somewhere much darker, quite fitting with the dark weather, and half way up the street he torned left into Knockturn Alley. As he went through the gates, accompanied by people saying "ooo, you shouldn't be going in there son, 'tis very dangerous" and similar things, he walked over to Borgin and Burkes to see what dark objects they had today.
Darren was interested in Dark Magic, and always had. His aim in life used to be to become a death eater, before the death of the dark lord. Hearing the jingle of the bell as he walked in he looked to see if there was anything of interest to him, among the cursed jewellery, he noticed a glittering silver potion. The label read "causes a long and painful death to your most hated of enemies. With no antidote, combined with veritaserum this is an extremely powerful poison". Darren grinned at this. He imagined what it could do, but had little interest in buying it as he couldn't see himself using it ever. Looking around the shop more, there were some interesting items, but all of the best items were extremely expensive, and Darren had no way near enough money to buy any of it. So he decided to leave the shop, with a seemingly innocent looking feather that claimed to make people tell the truth for a whole hour, even with just a slight touch.
Walking carefully through the gate back to Diagon Alley, a girl that looked a couple of years older than himself crashed into him. Looking at her, she looked familiar....she must be at Hogwarts, was Darren's initial thought. His second thought was to shout at her to "be more careful when you're walking in the future!" At her and then to pick up the bag he'd dropped on the floor.
