Entry tags:

!incomplete, michael abbott, robert bones

Who: Michael Abbott & Robert Bones
What: A Walk Before Sleeping to Calm a Foul Mood
When: Just Before Curfew, Wednesday, October 13 (backdated)
Where: A Basement Corridor
Rating: SFW
Status: In Progress

It wasn't anyone's fault, Michael's bad mood. He new it, and he would never be the sort to blame anyone. It killed him that Aaron and Hyperion and Teddy were grating on his every last nerve, driving him to madness. Aaron was just trying to make him feel included. His asking if he wanted to be part of the group Halloween costume was nice in and of itself; they could have, after all, just left him out entirely. He'd have to decline now, of course. Halloween was ruined already and it was still the better part of the month away. Long story short? He was a prat. A friendless prat. Just like he deserved for being so awful and bland and boring and moody.

He got up wordlessly from his bed where he'd been stretched out and didn't say a word to any of his dorm mates. Tugging his robes on over his nightshirt, tucking his wand into the place inside his robes where it always was, he rushed out of the seventh year Hufflepuff boys' dorm as quickly and quietly as he could. He didn't want to answer any questions, didn't want to talk to anyone. It shouldn't have gotten to this point, yet it had, and he felt worse for it. Really, he was frustrated, hurt, and confused, and as he was generally a quiet and introverted sort of person he just couldn't handle so many emotions pumping through his system at once. Fight or flight had kicked in, but it wasn't so much an "or" as it was in normal people as it was an "and;" he wanted to get as far away from people as he possibly could, and yet his wand hand was absolutely yearning to start casting spells left and right at just about anyone and anything.

Absolutely fleeing, trying to clear his head, he walked briskly, his eyes on the ground, until the tiles stopped looking quite so familiar. Having taken a number of twists and turns along the way he wasn't quite sure where he'd ended up, but at least it wasn't his dorm room. Teeth clenched, he reached into the front of his robes and whipped out his wand as quickly as he could. Michael had a fondness for learning hexes and jinxes despite the fact that he seldom used them. He had every intention of casting something nasty at an innocent nearby wall, but he let out a long sigh then took a deep breath. There was no point. Instead, he decided to do something useful: practice.

"Protego," he whispered with a bit of a sigh, and a bright, transparent blue sort of light formed a shield in front of him, his eyes opening so he could gaze at the spell and appreciate its simple beauty.