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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Countdown to Darkness' / Wednesday 26th October / 12:30 p.m.
Location: Grounds, Near the Black Lake
Open To: Tobias
Currently Involving: Will Sparrow
It was starting to feel like October, Will had noted sourly as he stepped outside to spend his lunch, as he usually did, sitting down by the cluster of trees that lined the lake's edge. It was quiet there, most of the time, but now the weather was getting just a -tad- bit nippier...he was extremely glad, at this point, for Gran's charm-working, or else his robes might not have been enough to keep him from shivering.
And the rumble overhead fortold of a thunderstorm to come.
He had paid it little mind, treking down his usual path over the sprawling lawns and finding a secure little spot beneath one of the trees. Enough of the leaves were still on this one, that it might provide for an umbrella, of sorts, should it start raining. Much as he loved it when it rained, he did NOT look forward to catching his death of cold in it.
So there he sat, huddled in his robes and gazing out thoughtfully over the still surface of the Black Lake, enjoying the fresh air so long as he could. And then it'd be a long hard winter before he dared to venture out like this again.
Location: Grounds, Near the Black Lake
Open To: Tobias
Currently Involving: Will Sparrow
It was starting to feel like October, Will had noted sourly as he stepped outside to spend his lunch, as he usually did, sitting down by the cluster of trees that lined the lake's edge. It was quiet there, most of the time, but now the weather was getting just a -tad- bit nippier...he was extremely glad, at this point, for Gran's charm-working, or else his robes might not have been enough to keep him from shivering.
And the rumble overhead fortold of a thunderstorm to come.
He had paid it little mind, treking down his usual path over the sprawling lawns and finding a secure little spot beneath one of the trees. Enough of the leaves were still on this one, that it might provide for an umbrella, of sorts, should it start raining. Much as he loved it when it rained, he did NOT look forward to catching his death of cold in it.
So there he sat, huddled in his robes and gazing out thoughtfully over the still surface of the Black Lake, enjoying the fresh air so long as he could. And then it'd be a long hard winter before he dared to venture out like this again.