Who: Heero and Duo Where: Random Hallway When: Oct. 8, a little after lunch Warning: Language. Heero's a lovable thing, really... Status: Closed. In progress.
Heero was not lost. He didn't care if he didn't know exactly where he was. Wherever it was, it wasn't lost. He was...in a hallway. On the way to class. Muggle studies. He was told to take everything, to learn everything, but he could not understand the point of Muggle Studies. He already took a class on animals. Why bother with another one? If there was something Heero did well though, it was follow instructions. He was told to sign up for the class, and he did. The last week, he had simply seated himself in the back and observed. They were all idiots, talking about how muggles were productive and useful. It was like some kind of joke, in his mind. How else could it be explained? Were people really this stupid? And the new kid, advertising his mudblod status with no regard for anything, it seemed. How was that an acceptable fact? It wasn't, he told himself as he walked. This was ridiculous. And he was never going to make it to that stupid class.
He turned a corner and paused, looking around to see if he recognized anything. Nothing looked incredibly familiar, but at the same time it did, because the hallways blended together in his mind. He'd have to pull out that map his father had given him and start trying to figure out where he was and where he was going. His eyes moved around the hall and he noted with some element of surprise that he was no longer alone, though he did not recognize the other person in the hall even a little bit.