Constantine "Taff" Rivers (pl_constantine) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2009-10-16 13:53:00 |
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Who: Constantine Rivers & Open
What: It's Autumn
When: Friday Mid-morning
Where: Out on the grounds
Rating: Chilly.
Incomplete || Open
It was cold out that morning. Not the kind of cold that lines leaves and grass with outlines of glassy ice, but the kind that made your breath visible as soft curling clouds of condensation. It was brisk, and the crisp autumn sunshine was doing nothing to improve the temperature. But that didn't matter to Constantine. As he walked along the winding path around the school, he determined that he liked Autumn most out of all the seasons.
The ground was well-trodden over years, and most recently in the over-night rain had turned to mud which would now stay wet and slippery until Spring rose up once again over the Scottish hills and, if it were a poor year, perhaps not turn back to dry soil until early Summer.
Taff had his hands in his pockets as he walked along, his mind elsewhere, his eyes on the line of golden trees off in the distance atop a hill. It was probably a little pathetic that he was wondering how fast he could get there and back on his broom. Why was it, when he had nothing to really dwell on his thoughts always made it back to Quidditch...