Who: Zacharias Smith and Arcturus Prewett. When: October 27. Day 1. 3:30 pm. Where: Second Floor Hallway. What: Zacharias runs into Arcturus and it does not a happy meeting make. Rating: PG13 for language, certainly. Status: Incomplete.
Zacharias had not stayed in his room for very long after finally being able to go to it. He had tossed his bag onto the (unfortunately sized) bed and started to make a go at packing before he got restless and bored and generally irritated with the whole situation. Really, though, it was somewhat impressive, as he'd made it an entire fifteen minutes of unpacking without throwing possessions around, so that was something, at least.
He'd tried to occupy his time but with little avail since he was starting to get agitated and so sitting around doing quiet things was just not to be. Nor was eating, apparently, since the kitchen had set hours, something he was already prepared to complain about given that as the full moon grew nearer he would want to eat the entire contents of the kitchen, and at all hours of the day.
Since food was not an option, he settled for pacing with intentions of heading outside for a cigarette, or two, or maybe an entire pack. He liked fresh air at the best of times and this was not the best of times. Nothing about today was good.
The former-Hufflepuff all but prowled out of the room he had been assigned and started down the hall with a moody look on his face that would make most people steer clear of him.