Constantine "Taff" Rivers (pl_constantine) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2009-10-19 15:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 october, constantine rivers |
Who: Constantine Rivers & open (To Slytherins of course, unless someone's really bloody sneaky.
What: Constantine needs to interact with his damned house a little more
When: Monday before dinner
Where: The Slytherin Commonroom
Rating: PG?
Incomplete || Open
He shifted in his seat on one end of the sofa, a piece of parchment against a textbook leaning on his legs and a small pot of ink balancing precariously on the arm.
It must've been the most obvious thing in the world that it was going to spill. You didn't have to be Sorin to foresee it.
But Constantine paid no heed. He needed to finish his Astronomy assignment, but all he wanted was to go climb on his broom! He scribbled a starmap with some rather wonky lines, completely misplacing the Draco constellation. Of course, a few seconds later it didn't matter, because someone walked past the sofa, knocking it a little too much, and Taff's ink pot leapt into the air and the watery, black contents sloshed over his page, his clothes, and the sofa.
"FUCK!" He declared, breaking the soft, polite silence that always seemed to hover in the Slytherin commonroom. His eyes snapped up to the person responsible, though really it had hardly been their fault, "What the hell?!"