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Charlie Weasley ([info]lionhearted) wrote in [info]castagain,
@ 2008-01-23 23:50:00

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Who: Hugo Weasley and Charlotte Baddock
What: running into each other
Where: In a random and seldom used corridor
When: Wednesday Evening
Rating: PG-13



Hugo held his book in his hand, walking out of the library with no real place to go. He found that he wasn’t a particularly busy person these days, other than the occasional outing with Lucy and her friends. His book clutched in his left arm, his right hand combed through his dark curls.

Not paying attention to exactly where he was going, he walked straight into a clump of medium sized Water Dragons, tripping over one of the smaller ones in the group. Hugo quickly got steady on his feet and looked about him. In a near area was a small clump of Slytherin boys who were laughing at him as on of the dragon’s launched towards him. He ducked out of the way and then took off running, every once in a while looking over his shoulder for the dragon. He ran down a hallway that he didn’t often take, turning with out paying attention to where he was going. When he finally lost the dragon, he kept running, and stopped after a few more spontaneous turns.

Once he felt safe, he stopped and leaned against the wall. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair again. He looked around him not particularly sure where he was, but with the dungeon-esque feel to it, he was sure that if he stuck around long enough he would be accosted by a group of Slytherins.


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