Post by Vincente Faire H7 on Jul 27, 2010 14:20:09 GMT
It was an unusually gloomy day that greeted the eyes of anyone who happened to look outside. The sky was dark and grim in the distance, as if the sky had become wrath incarnate. Still, it was a school day like any other at Hogwarts. Students chattering, heading to classes, and teachers reprimanding trouble makers. However you can always hope to find some oddities throughout any school, and one such student was weaving his way through the throng of students to get outside. Vincente tried his hardest not to snap at anyone, he really did, but he couldn't contain himself when an Slytherin seventh year decided that tripping people was insanely humorous. As he hit the floor, Vince's mind went white and when he came back to his senses, the seventh year boy was running away, blood coming out of his nose. It was one of those rare times that Vince scared even himself. Shaking uncontrollably, he proceeded outside to the lake and laid himself out under his favorite tree.
Laying out by the lake wasn't a particularly great idea when there happened to be storm clouds gathering in the distance. Alas, he cared little enough about the weather that the storm would probably just fuel his ambition to stay outside away from the castle today. It was one of those days that he felt ready to rip, tear, and shred anyone stupid enough to have a cross word with him. He usually kept this part of his mind under lock and key, but today he can't keep the beast caged up. This side of him is usually just beneath the skin, ready to take control. Always hiding in the dark, ready to take his soul and heart. It had already succeeded once, maybe it would be content. That's what he hoped at least, but sometimes even beasts have no contentment.
Laying out by the lake wasn't a particularly great idea when there happened to be storm clouds gathering in the distance. Alas, he cared little enough about the weather that the storm would probably just fuel his ambition to stay outside away from the castle today. It was one of those days that he felt ready to rip, tear, and shred anyone stupid enough to have a cross word with him. He usually kept this part of his mind under lock and key, but today he can't keep the beast caged up. This side of him is usually just beneath the skin, ready to take control. Always hiding in the dark, ready to take his soul and heart. It had already succeeded once, maybe it would be content. That's what he hoped at least, but sometimes even beasts have no contentment.
