Who: Zacharias Smith and Draco Malfoy. When: October 30. Day 4. 7pm. Where: Outside. What: Zacharias needs some air. Who else needs air? Rating: PG13 for snark. Status: Incomplete.
The full moon was two nights away, and Zacharias could feel it. He could feel it tugging at him, the energy starting to increase, and running through his veins like a fire that would ignite in forty-eight hours time.
He had eaten ravenously through supper, eating two peoples' shares of food, and probably could have eaten more, except he got restless with sitting around for so long. And so he had bused his tray and headed out of the dining hall, and then downstairs and out of the Sanctuary, knowing he had a couple hours until curfew came.
The cool air felt fantastic as he stepped out into it. He sucked in a lungfull and tipped his head up to look at the sky that was darkening, the moon rising in the sky, stars scattering to life. Not for the first time he wished he had his broomstick, whiched he had magic at his disposal so he could take off and fly. But he couldn't, so he settled for pacing along the walk way.