Harold Dingle says Take it Easy. Take it Easy. (dinglepuff) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-11-13 09:11:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - november, harold dingle, sally-anne perks |
Who: Harold Dingle and Sally-Anne Perks.
What: Following up on the events of last night.
Where: Courtyard leading to the Great Hall.
When: November 13th. Mid-Morning.
Status & Rating: Closed & Low-ish.
It wasn't hard to find Harry if you knew how. Even finding him by accident was of little difficulty- just follow the sound of a tapped, strummed and patted acoustic guitar. If it wasn't that, search for the twang of strings being tuned, or the idle pluck and tap Harry tended to do when he was bored or lost in thought.
Uniform gray rolled over the Highlands where Hogwarts situated itself, the occasional morning sunbeam's fought and lost against the coming drear of a Scottish Winter. The treetops hadn't managed to burn off their ground level fog and it stubbornly clung around the mountains, giving Hogwarts a hemmed in feeling. The scent on the still air was that they were not done with the fog- it would likely be rolling in again, and with reinforcements to boot.
The rain was steady but gentle, and Harry stuck to an underhang that was safely dry. But his hair was a touch damp and the pages he half-sat on were rain spotted.
Harry had decided to take his music outside for a change. He could only coop up in odd spaces inside of Hogwarts so much before they managed to trigger his claustrophobia. A chance glance at a close wall here, or a look down a long passage there, and that was it. Yesterday had been touched by one such event, gone unannounced, and Harry had backed quickly out of a spot before he became a mess. It took him awhile to steady himself, and he decided that for awhile, he'd need to keep it to more open acoustic sweet spots, or else outside.
He played with the rain as backdrop, his eyes closed to concentrate on the environment around him. He chanced to open his eyes and saw a familiar form- or who he thought might be her. He cupped his hands around his mouth, but couldn't bring himself to disrupt her day. But his curiosity was eating at him. After a few failed starts, he shifted his guitar and notes safely under the underhang and pulled his wool long coat tight around him. He ventured out into the rain and the moderate walk back to the hall. But he couldn't see her. Maybe it hadn't been her after all. His mouth turned down and he put his hands into his pockets. He ventured back out into the wet and sat down next to his instrument, a few choice bunches of his hair dripping off excess water. He wished he had the bollocks to talk to her just then. Even if it would have stopped her.
Well... I'll see her later. he justified, his eyes returning to his instrument. He took care to brush most of the wet off himself before he took it up again and started a new song. He played little of it, and shifted to an acoustic Go Your Own Way he'd been working on.
[OOC: For full environmental effect, start the Rainy Moods site, then start 'Catching the Light']