Who: Constantine Rivers and Romilda Vane What: Unexpected encounters are the best Where: In a corridor in the dark When: Friday night, after curfew Rating: Possibly high Incomplete || Grabme! || Open to Demelza and Tristan? (I don't know, I was just curious how this would go between those two)
Taff slammed his journal shut as quietly as his anger would allow. So Anthony and Ioan were talking about him in their journals, that much was true. But writing half in welsh so people couldn't understand just felt like they were taunting him. Oh poor Taff. He crinkled his nose and frowned.
Well he didn't know what they were saying, but he could damn well find out!
He glanced at Tristan sleeping next to him, wishing he'd just nodded off when his brother had instead. But it was too late now. He slipped out of the bed, making sure to be quiet so his brother wouldn't wake up. He didn't much fancy having this conversation with him. He wanted to fight this battle on his own. Tristan wouldn't fight. He would threaten, and then he would hurt. Taff didn't want that much against Ioan (yet.)
Throwing on his shoes, he slipped down into the commonroom and then out into the dungeons, thankfully not bumping into the Bloody Baron as he did so. "Lumos," He snapped, using the beam to guide himself through the corridors up to the library. He didn't know welsh but there was bound to be a translating charm that did.
Rounding a corner rather sharply, he collided straight with someone else. Hard. He fell back onto the floor and dropped his wand, landing with the tip pointing at both of them, the beam of light illuminating both Constantine and Romilda Vane. "Watch where you're going-" He snapped before he recognised her, "Oh.. It's you."