Mar 11, 2009 14:54
LOUD, frustrated muttering can be heard, punctuated by bursts of coherence ("Who does she--", "That goddamned bastard--", "LYING?"). Every now and then, a crash of something breaking.
Anyone wandering by the Gryffindor boys' dorms will notice Alfred storming about his room, smashing things, throwing exploding snap cards, and being generally disagreeable.
((ooc: Eep, two cryptic posts in as many days. Sorry! You can try talking to Alfred, but it's probably safest not to do it in person, as he's likely to bite your head off.))
i am not a crook,
i like to blow stuff up,
why do you hate america,
wanton destruction is my forte