Stargazer [Open RP]
The man wearing a bourrelet stood by the railing of the Astronomy Tower. He looked out over what was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, not only stroking the gnarled wand he acquired outside the Ancient Runes class, but also wearing a concocting sneer. The wand's information beat through his head like a Ralad drum: ... hornbeam wood ... shy of seven inches ... kraken heart-string. It was no dagger, but it gave him and edge to his strained circumstances. With a grunt he stowed the wand in the secret pocket in his wide sleeve. The wind picked up, the salty air gathered from the Black Lake stuck in his nostrils and shifted his long wavy hair. He stepped forward and slowly gripped the cold iron rail, his greened talon-like fingernails biting into the small of his palm.
His gold eyes drifted away from the horizon, that sickening horizon beheld by twilit beauty, and followed the brick construct of the tower all the ways down to where it met the grassy courtyard. He calculated its depth and in that instance his mind whirled. He remembered the insufferable King and Queen tricking him, and that cur Jarred. They had thrown him off that crumbling construct that housed the Belt and then nothing ... then he was here; Hogwarts. It seemed her held a strange magnetism with heights. Permitted it wasn't a calm setting, or even an uplifting scenario, but as Prandine consoled himself on the cruel hand of fate, he inadvertently put himself in a position to be gawked, chastised or talked to by the student body of Hogwarts.
His gold eyes drifted away from the horizon, that sickening horizon beheld by twilit beauty, and followed the brick construct of the tower all the ways down to where it met the grassy courtyard. He calculated its depth and in that instance his mind whirled. He remembered the insufferable King and Queen tricking him, and that cur Jarred. They had thrown him off that crumbling construct that housed the Belt and then nothing ... then he was here; Hogwarts. It seemed her held a strange magnetism with heights. Permitted it wasn't a calm setting, or even an uplifting scenario, but as Prandine consoled himself on the cruel hand of fate, he inadvertently put himself in a position to be gawked, chastised or talked to by the student body of Hogwarts.