A Proposal of Sorts ((Woodrow))

[Williard Thoth R4]

Williard lazily stretched out across a warm, comfortable couch in front of a wonderful fire in the Common Room, yawning and laying the book that he was reading down on his chest as he wiped his heavy eye lids with his hands. Today had been a very busy day indeed between classes, studying, homework, and Quidditch practice, but as always, he still found time to sit in front of the fireplace, on the same sofa, and read. He didn't exactly understand why he did this every other evening, especially now since he knew he was beyond exhausted, but he couldn't help himself. This was relaxing for him, therapeutic even. But it took almost everything within him to not fall asleep; which would've been easy since he was already in a pair of blue plaided night pants and a white thermal shirt. It was comfort beyond comfort. The best Williard had felt since he had been back this year.

Absent mindedly, he picked up his book and started reading again, though nothing that he read seemed to register to him. It was like he was slowly pouring water over his head; the words just seemed to slip away into nothing. Admitting defeat by drowsiness, Williard sat upright on the couch, and picked his half empty bottle of butterbeer up off the floor and drank some, after, wishing he hadn't; the butterbeer was room temperature and Williard liked all his drinks to be cold unless they were intended to be consumed hot. Yawning once more, he closed the book and sat straight up on the couch.

It was weird. He was most certainly tired, but he didn't want to sleep, he wanted to do something. Something.....active and......fun. He didn't know what exactly, but he was just in one of those adventurous moods which showed up rarely within Williard. He picked up his wand of a side table and slowly twirled it between his fingers, leaning back against the sofa thinking. It was pretty late. What was there to do?

[Woodrow Winchester R4]

Woodrow had been late to class today, and luckily he had not had any house points taken for it, however he had received an detention. It was from this particularly disgusting event that he was returning to the confines of the Ravenclaw tower at such an late hour. Filch had made him clean every, every, toilet in the castle. Was that really a just punishment for being late to class? The real answer, no, but Filch had it out for Woodrow. Why? All because Woodrow happened to have set off twenty or so fireworks in the caretakers office in his first year. The memory of it made Woodrow smile with delight.

He stood in front of the entrance to the common room within a few minutes, and waited for the riddle that would be asked. It said, " A man walks into a room and looks at a picture on the wall and says, 'brothers and sisters, I have none but that mans father is my fathers son' who is the man in the picture?" Smiling, Woodrow replied, the man in the picture is the son of the man looking at the picture." The familiar term of correct was said, and Woodrow was allowed passageway into the sanctity of the common room.

He looked around as he entered and saw that the room was deserted, well almost anyways. He saw a familiar face on the sofa in front of him. It was Williard, his teammate and, for lack of a better word aquaintance. The two hadn't talked much, but maybe tonight they could. Walking casually over to the sofa, he said, " Hello there Williard, your up late. Were you waiting for me? I told my agent that I don't give out autographs unless I get my own country." He smiled as he said it, hoping to get a laugh out of the barely younger boy.

[Williard Thoth R4]

"Oh, hey Woodrow," Williard said turning around to look over his shoulder, smiling lazily at the other boy's joke; he was entirely too tired to laugh at the present moment. "I was just doing a bit of reading. It's kind of a nightly thing for me. A routine, or maybe a habit. I don't know." Williard yawned and stood up. He stretched and stretched, cracking different bones in his upper body before settling his exhausted gaze on Woodrow. He was indeed tired, but he was also antsy to the point where it wasn't bearable. Since he had been back, he hadn't really done anything fun or "risky." Quidditch had satisfied him to an extent for a period, but he had found himself still wanting something more. He didn't know where this whole "dare devil" attitude was coming from, but he supposed he wouldn't try and stifle it. If it were one thing that he had learned from Skyler it was to not be so uptight and just go along with what you felt, and at that moment, Williard had an idea. An idea that could land him in trouble, but it was still an idea.

"Hey Woodrow," he said feeling energy slowly start to build up and return to him. "What would you say to a night stroll around the castle, huh?" Williard smiled and continued. "It's nothing big, just a trip to the Library and the Great Hall. In fact, we can make it a race. First one to return to the Common Room with a book from the library and a Goblet from the Great Hall wins. What they win, I'm not sure....but they win. To make it different one of us should go to each place. I'll go to the Great Hall first and then the Library, and you go to the Library first and then the Great Hall. You in?" If Williard were fully rested and awake and in his right mind, he probably would never have extended such an invitation. But he supposed he wasn't in his right mind, and didn't care too much at all really.