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Who: Mikey & Spencer
When: Saturday night
Where: Seventh floor corridor, suspiciously close to the Ancient Rooms classroom & office.
What: NOTHING IN PARTICULAR. LOOK THE OTHER WAY.
Spencer let the light on the end of his wand dim and rounded a corner very, very quietly, sneakers soft on the hard floors. He thought, firmly, here I am, on a walk! As one goes on walks! and then squinted ahead, trying to see which room the light was coming from. When he drew closer, he saw it was just an empty classroom that still had a torch burning, and sighed. He hadn't been up to the Ancient Runes classes before, for obvious reasons, but now he was starting to regret it. It was always harder to get a sense of direction at night.
He wasn't being creepy, he thought, or even intrusive, and he certainly wasn't skulking. He had been out patrolling, and it wasn't his usual night to make the rounds, but a Slytherin Prefect had been sick, and Gabe had been busy. Spencer hadn't been to the Quidditch Game today -- wasn't even entirely sure who had won -- so he figured now was a good a time as any to help out with his House for a little while. And if his patrol had finished half an hour ago, and he was now heading steadily further up into the castle -- well, then, there was no one to see him. Ryan's quarters were probably close by, but Spencer was determined to keep his presence a secret. He just wanted to see, and it was for the good of the castle, anyway. Ryan was really suspicious at the moment. Spencer had the safety of the students and staff at heart.
He was pretty confident he would go undetected, anyway. It was late, he could be quiet when he wanted, and as soon as he worked out which rooms were Ryan's, or Ryan's office, than he could have a quick snoop around and get out of there. He was a master of stealth, which was why it was maybe a little disappointing when someone grabbed his elbow and yanked him into another empty classroom. (That and Spencer was getting tired of being pulled places -- into cupboards, up to his feet in the Great Hall at dinner. It usually only made students snicker at him a lot.)
Thoughts and heart racing, Spencer whispered fiercely, "Master of stealth!" and twisted in the dark, trying to see the new person.
When: Saturday night
Where: Seventh floor corridor, suspiciously close to the Ancient Rooms classroom & office.
What: NOTHING IN PARTICULAR. LOOK THE OTHER WAY.
Spencer let the light on the end of his wand dim and rounded a corner very, very quietly, sneakers soft on the hard floors. He thought, firmly, here I am, on a walk! As one goes on walks! and then squinted ahead, trying to see which room the light was coming from. When he drew closer, he saw it was just an empty classroom that still had a torch burning, and sighed. He hadn't been up to the Ancient Runes classes before, for obvious reasons, but now he was starting to regret it. It was always harder to get a sense of direction at night.
He wasn't being creepy, he thought, or even intrusive, and he certainly wasn't skulking. He had been out patrolling, and it wasn't his usual night to make the rounds, but a Slytherin Prefect had been sick, and Gabe had been busy. Spencer hadn't been to the Quidditch Game today -- wasn't even entirely sure who had won -- so he figured now was a good a time as any to help out with his House for a little while. And if his patrol had finished half an hour ago, and he was now heading steadily further up into the castle -- well, then, there was no one to see him. Ryan's quarters were probably close by, but Spencer was determined to keep his presence a secret. He just wanted to see, and it was for the good of the castle, anyway. Ryan was really suspicious at the moment. Spencer had the safety of the students and staff at heart.
He was pretty confident he would go undetected, anyway. It was late, he could be quiet when he wanted, and as soon as he worked out which rooms were Ryan's, or Ryan's office, than he could have a quick snoop around and get out of there. He was a master of stealth, which was why it was maybe a little disappointing when someone grabbed his elbow and yanked him into another empty classroom. (That and Spencer was getting tired of being pulled places -- into cupboards, up to his feet in the Great Hall at dinner. It usually only made students snicker at him a lot.)
Thoughts and heart racing, Spencer whispered fiercely, "Master of stealth!" and twisted in the dark, trying to see the new person.