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Week Name/Date/Time: 'A Moment's Peace' / Monday, October 3 / 5:00 p.m.
Location: Terr's Quarters
Open To: Terr
Currently Involving: Gil
Gil's face was burning and almost throbbing with fury as he tore from his quarters and stalked down the hall. He had completely humiliated Larae and himself -- furthermore, he'd probably lost her friendship forever, and the spit that he swore he could still feel on his eye only caused further agitation.
He strode through the corridors purposefully, giving glares to rival Severus Snape to any student who happened to be in his path. They quickly parted, darting out of his way with worried glances to their friends; Professor Weston's on a rampage! they probably whispered in hushed tones as he left them in his wake. He didn't care; he had purpose in his angry trip, and the students milling about were of little concern to him.
His anger rose and swelled the closer he came, the thoughts reeling through his mind at a million miles a minute. He could very well lose his job, but he didn't care. Everything that had happened over the past weekend was one person's fault, and he planned on letting her know just that.
With a hard swallow, he came to a fierce stop and rapped sharply on Terrywn Bowen's door.
Location: Terr's Quarters
Open To: Terr
Currently Involving: Gil
Gil's face was burning and almost throbbing with fury as he tore from his quarters and stalked down the hall. He had completely humiliated Larae and himself -- furthermore, he'd probably lost her friendship forever, and the spit that he swore he could still feel on his eye only caused further agitation.
He strode through the corridors purposefully, giving glares to rival Severus Snape to any student who happened to be in his path. They quickly parted, darting out of his way with worried glances to their friends; Professor Weston's on a rampage! they probably whispered in hushed tones as he left them in his wake. He didn't care; he had purpose in his angry trip, and the students milling about were of little concern to him.
His anger rose and swelled the closer he came, the thoughts reeling through his mind at a million miles a minute. He could very well lose his job, but he didn't care. Everything that had happened over the past weekend was one person's fault, and he planned on letting her know just that.
With a hard swallow, he came to a fierce stop and rapped sharply on Terrywn Bowen's door.