Celebrimbor Helyanwë (suntdracones) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-06-11 01:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ashton hartley, character: barclay grisholt, location: hydra dorm |
Thread: Variance
WHO: Bark and Ash
WHEN: Wednesday
WHERE: Barclay's room, Hydra House
Ashton was hungry. As a dragon, he could go for weeks, months even, before absolutely needing to eat, and had done so while he was still a growing hatchling in Iceland, feeding only once a year and sleeping the majority of the time. Now that he was hand fed by the staff of the Academy, supplied all the fresh red meat he could want, he'd gotten accustomed to eating more frequently. Human food, such as it was, rarely appealed to him, but Ashton had taken a liking to certain things. Barclay had introduced him to hot cocoa over the winter, and that had led the dragon to trying other forms of chocolate and liking those. He avoided fruits and vegetables, having always made a face when any had been offered to him as not only their scent, but their taste too, had been unappealing to him. If he wanted to graze like the prey animals did on plants, he'd said at the time, then he would not be the great predator that he was.
Every day, baring some disaster like the curse, Ashton and Barclay met to have lunch together at the same time. Today, however, Barclay was late. Ashton waited, seated in the foyer outside the dining hall with his fingers laced together under his chin, watching the door for his witch to arrive.
Half an hour went by and still no sign of Barclay. Ashton rumbled unhappily and took out his phone, first sending a questioning text on Barclay's whereabouts and estimated time of arrival, and then, when no response came through, he called the witch only to receive the voicemail. Ending the call before it could leave a message, Ashton pushed to his feet, now concerned. Barclay was never late, and he never didn't respond to him.
Long strides carried Ashton back to Hydra dorm where he went immediately to Barclay's door. If the witch was where he'd last known him to be, then he'd be inside, and judging by the scent Ashton caught on the air, it was still fresh enough of a trace of Barclay for it to be true. Without abiding by typical protocol and knocking, Ashton simply pushed his way through as he customarily did. He was a dragon, doors were no hindrance or barrier, but more than that, Barclay was his friend and Ashton was concerned something might be wrong.
"Barclay." He spoke in a demanding tone as he entered, eyes scanning the room with silver swirling into his eyes.