Mar 09, 2011 18:15
[The castle's spell had lifted days ago, releasing residents back into wakefulness. Mat, however, had missed the memo. Somehow, in spite of hunger or the terrible pains that were inevitable after laying in one place after so long, he'd managed to keep on sleeping through it all.
Now the castle's taken matters into it's own hands as the normally soundproof walls have become decidedly less so, and a very rhythmic, very LOUD banging can be heard coming from next door. This is not the kind of wake up Mat had in mind.
One eye blinking open he glares at the wall, instantly scowling] Oh, blood and ashes. Not AGAIN.
[reaching next to his bed, he'll pick up the pitcher from the wash basin and chuck it at the offending wall so it hits with a loud CRASH. Never mind the mess. The ghosts will clean it up later]
All the rooms in the bleeding castle and they have to go and use the one next to-
[....eyes falling on the journal, he'll trail off as he sees the huge number of unfamiliar entries]
What in the Light?!
....What day is it?
mat cauthon