An Unexpected Rendevous
Name(s): Seifer, Toph, Pallas
Location: Just outside of the kitchen/Inside of the kitchen
Week: 35
Time: Late Monday Evening
Rating: PG for possible language
Seifer Almasy, a candidate for the school's Head Boy position and virtual ragdoll for Larxene's rage as evidenced by his broken kneecap, was not above stealing crutches from the infirmary in the middle of the night to get something to eat. He would have summoned someone like his fangirl Maya or his girlfriend of sorts Mai, but in the end, he felt the need to stretch his other limbs out. The crutches, worn at the joints, creaked with every long step as the Slytherin prefect shot down the hallway.
"Just a little bit further to culinary freedom," he said, motivating himself to get to the kitchen where he held enough authority to snag at least one or two sweet rolls in the middle of the night. The pain in his knee began to subside when he came closer to what smelled of fresh baked goods. Almost home, he thought to himself, or at least home cooking. He winded down the corridors, wishing he could shush the loud crutches into a more reasonable silence.
Location: Just outside of the kitchen/Inside of the kitchen
Week: 35
Time: Late Monday Evening
Rating: PG for possible language
Seifer Almasy, a candidate for the school's Head Boy position and virtual ragdoll for Larxene's rage as evidenced by his broken kneecap, was not above stealing crutches from the infirmary in the middle of the night to get something to eat. He would have summoned someone like his fangirl Maya or his girlfriend of sorts Mai, but in the end, he felt the need to stretch his other limbs out. The crutches, worn at the joints, creaked with every long step as the Slytherin prefect shot down the hallway.
"Just a little bit further to culinary freedom," he said, motivating himself to get to the kitchen where he held enough authority to snag at least one or two sweet rolls in the middle of the night. The pain in his knee began to subside when he came closer to what smelled of fresh baked goods. Almost home, he thought to himself, or at least home cooking. He winded down the corridors, wishing he could shush the loud crutches into a more reasonable silence.