Harold Eric Dingle (pl_harold) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2010-01-27 20:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 january, harold dingle, hogwarts: great hall, romilda vane, sally-ann perks |
Who: Harold Dingle and Romilda Vane [Open to Ioan and Sally, cause yeah, they should totally get in on it]
What: Everyone's luck runs out eventually
When: Wednesday Evening
Where: The Great Hall (after dinner, relatively empty)
Rating: Oh, there will be blood...
Incomplete || Relative-open
He was getting rather confident in his ability to avoid practically everyone in the school. Sure, he had to take the long routes to classes and to the Great Hall, to make sure he was least likely to bump into someone he didn't want to see. Or, more accurately, someone who he didn't want to see him.
But the problem with this streak of luck was it was making him cocky. And the problem with luck, is that it has a terrible habit of running out. And it runs out at the worst possible time or in the worst possible way. As if it's been building up, as if it had been saving it all for that one sweet moment.
And Harold's moment had come.
He walked across the Great Hall with a plate of food that he'd gotten from the house elves in the kitchen, regardless of the restrictions they'd put on. Claiming you missed dinner always worked really well with the soft-hearted elves. He carried his plate into the hall and perched on the Hufflepuff table, happy the room was empty.
He'd just tucked into his food when something across the room caught his eye. A bag, perched happily on one of the benches by Gryffindor table all lost and forgotten.
Now, anybody else would've finished their dinner and, should the owner not have arrived, looked through to find out who's it was to return to them. But Harold wasn't just anyone. He left his dinner and wandered casually across the room to the bag and pulled it open to look for whatever wonderful treasures might innocently lie inside. After all, finder's keepers!