Caleb & open
WHO Caleb & Melody WHAT Walking back to Slytherin WHEN Sunday night WHERE Greenhouses, Corridors RATING No more than PG I would think
Wiping his hands on his pants, Caleb looked proudly upon his planters. His Fanged Geraniums, unusually calm, were tucking themselves into their leaves for the evening and his Alihotsy was a healthy shade of green. Professor Longbottom had praised him for his natural "green thumb" and told him that if he wanted he could help to take care of this section of the greenhouses, if he wanted. He did. It was the one thing Caleb tried to keep secret from his housemates because it was a bit of a feminine hobby, but he was a damn good gardner. With dirt smudged on his jaw and cheek he tossed his apron in the hamper near the door and trudged back up to the castle.
It was cold and once he was inside he shivered a bit, shrugging further into his coat. It was a nice night, not too late, but not early enough for many people to be wandering the corridors. He liked it when the castle was quiet. Plenty of quiet to think yet noisy enough to know he wasn't alone in the gigantic stone walls. Sniffing he pulled out his handkerchief and wiped at his nose, heading steadily toward Slytherin. Coming around one of the last corners before his staircase down to the dungeons he heard someone else approaching. Dammit, he thought, hoping it wasn't a Prefect or Peeves.
Caleb quickly made it look as though he were in a bit of a hurry so he wouldn't have to talk to whoever it was and, coming around the corner a bit too fast, smacked right into them. "Ooof!" he staggered backwards and caught himself on the wall. Embarrassed at his lack of direction Caleb mumbled an apology and straightened his jacket. "Didn't see you coming, you should really be more careful you know?" he chided, the dirt still quite apparent on his cheek and jaw.