Who: Edwyn Ravenclaw and BB!Vogg What: Vogg is stealing. Where: The castle kitchen. When: Late sunday evening.
Vogg was lucky that it was warm, or else his pitiful fort at the base of a tall rooted tree would be unbearable. As it was, he was covered in mud from a short rain, and completely and utterly confused. There was so much to take in, being alone in a foreign country, where things he’d known to be true (time being unalterable, magic being a thing of fairytales) and had them completely turned around in one very simple conversation with Godric Gryffindor.
Vogg still didn’t trust the man, and didn’t trust the town. He was determined to prove himself, and knew that if he’d just hold out a little bit long, Alfarrin and his father would find him. They would never leave him, or let him go missing for too long. But in the meantime, he was hungry. He’d stumbled upon what was clearly the start of a farm, but had nothing grown enough for him to take. He’d never break into a home to acquire food, but in the distance he saw the castle. They must have so much food that they’d hardly notice if a little when missing, right?
Vogg was dressed in the same things he’d stolen from the room he’d awoke in: A shirt too large for him, that ended around his shins and a belt that he used an overly ornate dagger to dig new holes in to fit him around his waist from which his makeshift slingshot and pouch full of rocks hung. The castle seemed quite, everyone retiring to their rooms to ready themselves for bed, as he skittered shoeless to where he had to imagine the kitchen was. It took a bit of navigating to find it, but when he did, he was amazed by what was there.
Immediately on the counter he spotted fruit and a half a loaf of bread. Using a chair, he climbed onto the counter, unable to stop himself from instantly sticking a handful of grapes in his mouth, before tearing a piece off of the bread.