Who: Sorin Radoslav and Anthony Goldstein Where: The Tower When: Just after dark on Thursday evening What: Sorin's avoiding people. Again. Rating: Most likely low.
Sorin liked the Tower, because no one came up here anymore, except for classes. This was where it had happened - where Dumbledore was struck by the Killing Curse and fell, metaphorically plunging the wizarding world into war. He was never particularly interested in the macabre aspect of it; it was simply peaceful and deserted, making it the perfect place for a person wishing to escape the rest of the school. It was dusty, but he'd never minded getting a little dirty in the pursuit of solitude.
He was dressed in a dark t-shirt and jeans despite the chill in the early-October air. The cold didn't bother him so much. That might have been due in part to the bottle of mulled mead he was slowly drinking, enjoying the heavy flavor of the beverage.
Sitting as close to the edge as possible, his legs crossed, Sorin stared up at the sky. The Vision he'd had a few days prior still weighed on his mind and he hoped he could make some sense of it before something awful happened. It wasn't in his nature to help others, but having been around the past year, didn't think he could sit back and let something similar transpire again. Not without some warning first. Then again, telling someone would mean outing himself. And who knew what would happen then?