Post by Kyle Reese S5 on Jun 5, 2009 7:28:22 GMT
Now what was he supposed to be doing again? Reese tapped a finger along his jaw in playful thought as he looked around the empty corridor. It wasn’t long before students would be making their way up from dinner and he had a marvelous plan to release a dung bomb in the hall as a bunch of Gryffindors’ walked by. He was in the mood to be a little vindictive and he was definitely more than happy to supply a little mayhem in the last few weeks before Hogwarts went to summer break. There was just something about causing problems that made Reese feel in control…or well not ‘control’ per say, but more rebellious; especially since he knew his father would hate that he was acting so “immature”. Reese was more than positive though that his own father had played tricks like this on Gryffindors’ and other houses just like he was about to do, but he would never know for sure. His father didn’t like sharing things like that…and he definitely pretended like he was much better than his son. So maybe Dad really had been a stickler all his life, but Reese really doubted that.
Reese rolled his head to the side, listening to the sound of the cracking from his joints before he rolled his shoulders back adding to the popping. The relief from the release of pressure made him groan before he leaned back against the wall, tucked away in his hiding place as he fingered the dung bomb in his pocket. How much longer would it be before a large gathering of Gryffindors’ headed back up the stairs to their common room? It seemed like forever…or at least in Reese’s mind it did. He was a very impatient kid and really hated having to wait. Sighing to himself he pulled out his wand and twirled it around his fingers, eyes focusing on his own hand as opposed to the corridor. He knew he’d hear the herd of Gryffindors’ before he’d see them so he wasn’t worried about that.
Of course Reese’s plan was flawless, as always. They were always so well planned, extemporaneous yes, but still flawless in their design. It was why he was so good at what he did…and a part of him even looked up at the Weasley twins’…tainted purebloods to say the least, but his rebellious attitude didn’t seem to care too much about blood purity. Four years ago however he would have probably hexed himself for thinking something like that, but that wasn’t going to happen now…not since his father brought this all on him. Reese tried to push the thought from his mind as he twirled the wand one more time, though there was no chance he was going to keep it in his hand as a figure moved into his line of sight and his fingers slipped. His wand dropped to the ground sounding like a canon blast in the quiet corridor. Cover blown Reese reached for the dung bomb willing to sacrifice himself to the smell in order to make his get away. However he wouldn’t make it that far as the voice from the figure seemed to freeze him in his skin.
Reese rolled his head to the side, listening to the sound of the cracking from his joints before he rolled his shoulders back adding to the popping. The relief from the release of pressure made him groan before he leaned back against the wall, tucked away in his hiding place as he fingered the dung bomb in his pocket. How much longer would it be before a large gathering of Gryffindors’ headed back up the stairs to their common room? It seemed like forever…or at least in Reese’s mind it did. He was a very impatient kid and really hated having to wait. Sighing to himself he pulled out his wand and twirled it around his fingers, eyes focusing on his own hand as opposed to the corridor. He knew he’d hear the herd of Gryffindors’ before he’d see them so he wasn’t worried about that.
Of course Reese’s plan was flawless, as always. They were always so well planned, extemporaneous yes, but still flawless in their design. It was why he was so good at what he did…and a part of him even looked up at the Weasley twins’…tainted purebloods to say the least, but his rebellious attitude didn’t seem to care too much about blood purity. Four years ago however he would have probably hexed himself for thinking something like that, but that wasn’t going to happen now…not since his father brought this all on him. Reese tried to push the thought from his mind as he twirled the wand one more time, though there was no chance he was going to keep it in his hand as a figure moved into his line of sight and his fingers slipped. His wand dropped to the ground sounding like a canon blast in the quiet corridor. Cover blown Reese reached for the dung bomb willing to sacrifice himself to the smell in order to make his get away. However he wouldn’t make it that far as the voice from the figure seemed to freeze him in his skin.