Hector Montague (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} montaguesque) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} salvio_hexia,@ 2008-06-12 17:10:00 |
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RP: Hector Montague and [OPEN]
Who: Hector Montague and [OPEN]
Where: By the greenhouses
When: Evening of June 13, 2020
What: TBD
Rating: TBD
The skies were clear now, storms having dissipated from the previous weeks, allowing a break that Hector Montague welcomed. The day was a pleasant one; practice had gone well, classes were uneventful, and a Hosgmeade trip was in store for tomorrow. He was, overall, quite pleased with the state of things, though what, precisely, he was going to do for tomorrow’s trip was still completely up in the air.
It was with these thoughts that he settled by the greenhouses, taking out his silver lighter, with his family crest and name etched on it finely, and began to flick it back and forth, thoughtfully. His hand itched to reach into his pocket, but he resisted, deciding the time of day was not quite right for certain things—not just yet, in any event. Instead, he leaned up against a tree, sliding to sit under it, pensive, for the moment. His urges got the better of him, then, and he finally allowed his hand into the right pocket of his robes, opening his box of Regals, taking one out discreetly, before lighting it with a flick of his silver lighter. He took a drag, thoroughly enjoying his no doubt frowned upon and certainly forbidden—at his age—habit. The fact, of course, that smoking was not allowed only added to its appeal, and Hector had gotten a couple of detentions for it before. Still, that failed to stop him. He was quite willing to take the risks, and continue to order more and stash them secretly in a discreet compartment of his trunk in the Slytherin boys' dormitory.
He returned to his pensive state, but quickly hid his fag when he heard approaching footsteps.
Who: Hector Montague and [OPEN]
Where: By the greenhouses
When: Evening of June 13, 2020
What: TBD
Rating: TBD
The skies were clear now, storms having dissipated from the previous weeks, allowing a break that Hector Montague welcomed. The day was a pleasant one; practice had gone well, classes were uneventful, and a Hosgmeade trip was in store for tomorrow. He was, overall, quite pleased with the state of things, though what, precisely, he was going to do for tomorrow’s trip was still completely up in the air.
It was with these thoughts that he settled by the greenhouses, taking out his silver lighter, with his family crest and name etched on it finely, and began to flick it back and forth, thoughtfully. His hand itched to reach into his pocket, but he resisted, deciding the time of day was not quite right for certain things—not just yet, in any event. Instead, he leaned up against a tree, sliding to sit under it, pensive, for the moment. His urges got the better of him, then, and he finally allowed his hand into the right pocket of his robes, opening his box of Regals, taking one out discreetly, before lighting it with a flick of his silver lighter. He took a drag, thoroughly enjoying his no doubt frowned upon and certainly forbidden—at his age—habit. The fact, of course, that smoking was not allowed only added to its appeal, and Hector had gotten a couple of detentions for it before. Still, that failed to stop him. He was quite willing to take the risks, and continue to order more and stash them secretly in a discreet compartment of his trunk in the Slytherin boys' dormitory.
He returned to his pensive state, but quickly hid his fag when he heard approaching footsteps.