Terry is not listening to anything you say (bootme) wrote in linia, @ 2012-02-16 17:04:00
WHO: Terry Boot WHAT: Graffiti WHEN: Early hours of Thursday morning WHERE: Entrance hall RATING: Low
Terry had been doing surveillance for well over a week. Ever since James Potter had died, Terry had wanted to write a message to the world. Unfortunately for him, no one had figured out how to make the journals anonymous yet, so he had to settle for the next-most public display available. It wasn't like he could sleep with all that was going on recently, anyway.
The surveillance had given him something to do. Terry had a direction, he had purpose. He was going to change something for someone. In the past few days he had been numbered off and trussed up with ropes so much that he started to empathise with a pretzel. The recent new shiny scar on his arm (I am a worthless excuse of a Wizard) glared up at him whenever his sleeve slipped up too far. Fuck it all, if he couldn't argue in class or write in the journals without earning triple detentions for the rest of the year, he would use a new medium.
The next morning, every single student in the castle would have to look at giant bright red letters painted on the Entrance Hall wall as they walked to breakfast. Terry took a step back and was absolutely pleased by the end result. Not a splotch of paint had landed on his skin and the clothes were shabby ones that would soon be incinerated in the fire of the Ravenclaw common room.
In the Entrance Hall:
YOU CAN KILL THE REVOLUTIONARY, BUT NOT THE REVOLUTION