Open RP: Silas is Looooossst.
All right, Silas was used to massive cathedrals and the rambling corridors of the Opus Dei center in New York, but Hogwarts dwarfed them all in both size and sheer confusion. He'd found Ravenclaw all right, the night before, but now that he was attemtping to go anywhere else, he found himself hopelessly lost in a corridor that looked, well, like all the other corridors he'd seen. The paintings moved, and spoke, and Silas was beginning to think that if he hadn't been crazy before, he was well on the way there now.
He'd met no one so far, for which he was almost grateful--as bizarrely kind as many people had been here, he still hadn't begun to wrap his mind around just what sort of place he'd landed in. Sooner or later he had to run into someone, though, if only so they could tell him where he was, and at least try to point him back to familiar ground.
This place needs a chapel, he thought. Likely it already had one, but yet again he had to actually find it.
((Come poke/torment/see the crazy monk man))
ETA: ((OOC Note: Stephen-mun and I reaaally want to avoid Stephen/Silas meta, for both their sakes'.))
He'd met no one so far, for which he was almost grateful--as bizarrely kind as many people had been here, he still hadn't begun to wrap his mind around just what sort of place he'd landed in. Sooner or later he had to run into someone, though, if only so they could tell him where he was, and at least try to point him back to familiar ground.
This place needs a chapel, he thought. Likely it already had one, but yet again he had to actually find it.
((Come poke/torment/see the crazy monk man))
ETA: ((OOC Note: Stephen-mun and I reaaally want to avoid Stephen/Silas meta, for both their sakes'.))