Tristan Joseph Moore (not_an_orphan) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-10-21 21:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 10, hugo weasley, tristan moore |
RP: New Digs
Characters: Tristan, Hugo
Time/Date: 8:15ish AM, October 22
Location: His room, the suite, Hugo's room
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Tris wakes up and thinks he smells a live Hugo
Status: Complete
They'd been warned about the relocation, so the headache and the change of surroundings wasn't a huge surprise to him. They'd been honest about that, at any rate, right? Even as he stretched and shifted and yawned and woke up, Tristan could feel the pull of the moon. He put 'raiding Sev's room' on his to-do list, but he didn't need the potion until this evening. So he could just explore his way up there, raid the room when he found it.
He'd dressed in PJ pants and a tee-shirt before bed last night, and he figured that was enough to wander around in. Stepping out of his bedroom, he found himself in a suite -- but that was no surprise. Hugo had mentioned that. He'd also mentioned LilyLu and John sharing a room, and he thought he'd have to try to go find them later and torment them.
Tris glanced to the door to the other bedroom and he shook his head. They still had Hugo's name on the door? That was just ... sick. He crossed to the door, intending to pull the sign off, though he paused at the door. Funny, but it sounded like ... snoring. Behind the door. In Hugo's room. He tilted his head as he tried to work that one out.
It smelled like Hugo, too. So ... Hugo wasn't dead? They'd tormented them with images of clawed corpses that weren't corpses? Or were just some corpses? Tristan suddenly wondered if everyone here thought that people left behind had died somehow, and the thought made him grimace.
Twisting the knob on Hugo's door, he pushed it open. Blue eyes shifted toward the bed and he studied the shape under the covers. Definitely Hugo-smell, and Hugo-shape. Tris crept closer until he could see Hugo's face, and he studied him very curiously. "So, not dead," he said mostly to himself before he crawled into Hugo's bed, over the covers. He grinned as he got a better idea.
Drawing up to his knees, Tristan started to bounce on the bed. "EARTHQUAKE!" He laughed as he reached down to shake Hugo's shoulder. "Weasley, quick, it's an earthquake!"