RP: The tower might not be such a bad choice. Date & Time: Saturday November 6th 1998 Post Type: RP Open To: Private Character(s): Dean Thomas, Professor Sinistra Location: The Astronomy Tower Summary: An overload of thoughts leads to an unusual place to sit and think.
Dean had looked at his pile of homework assignments and reading in disgust that morning. He wasn't behind as such, there was just rather more to complete than there should be if he studied like an organised person. He's also looked out of the window and realised that the house was likely to be crowded with people. It looked bitterly cold and as if it might rain at any moment. Even though it was the weekend people would probably be staying indoors. Or at least enough that he didn't think he'd be able to find space he'd consider quiet enough at the house.
So after a late breakfast he'd headed up to the castle via floo and camped out in his usual classroom. He'd worked out a couple of weeks ago that his theory that nobody else came here was correct, he'd never even seen Filch, and had stuck a few of his drawings up on one of the walls with some sticking charms (not the permanent variety). There was a note too, just in case anyone did come in and find them. He didn't want to lose them.
He tried to work, and it was sort of working. He managed some work, but his eyes kept straying to the largest picture. It was the one where his younger self was reaching through the window to the wizarding world. He had finally worked out what about it had been nagging at him. He hadn't drawn his Dad, and yet every other family group in the picture had got two parents. His Dad had come on that first trip to the wizarding world as well. That realisation had brought back the thoughts he had been having in random forests whilst on the run. Even though he had a Dad who had brought him up and whom he loved, he had no idea who his father was.
Every time he was in the room he was forever glancing at the picture, yet he couldn't bring himself to take it down. His thoughts did tend to get rather bogged down in thinking about it. Between that, and glancing at the spot where Seamus had sat on the desk it wasn't the most restful place any longer. It was quiet though, he gave it that.
In the end, when he had scraped out his latest Herbology journal entry for the plant he was charged with looking after and keeping detailed notes on, he gave up on working. It had taken far far longer than it should have done, and he needed to get the thoughts free from his head. He covered the picture with another piece of parchment in irritation and gathered all his things into his bag, slung it over his shoulder and started to walk.
He wasn't sure how long he walked for, but more than six years' knowledge of the castle managed to keep him away from the areas which would be crowded at weekends. By the time he was fed up of walking and looking for somewhere to sit he had circled several floors and waited for more than one set of trick stairs. He finally sat down on some more stairs which were leading up a tower. He knew it was the Astronomy Tower and technically out of bounds, but he somehow doubted that even Filch could be too cross with him for sitting on the third step, his feet resting on the first.
It was a quiet area, just what he needed. Even so he watched a boy walk past, not glancing at him, seeming to be on the way to meet up with someone if the looking at his watch was anything to go by.
"Maybe I should just ask my Mum," he murmured to himself when the boy was out of earshot. That thought at least, was logical, although not something he was particularly leaning towards.