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Name(s): Daryan Crescend, Hades Pantheon ( CLSD )
Location: Kitchen → Whenever They Wander
Week: 42
Time: Early Afternoon
Rating: PG - PG13.
Nothing. He had done nothing for the past three hours, and it was driving him insane. He rose, completely sick and tired of being forced to sit behind that damnable desk all day. He realized that it was his job to do so, but couldn't they at least give him something to do to pass the time. Staring at the wall wasn't exactly the most thrilling time passer. He sighed, shaking his head as he walked for the door. Not everyday was a crisis. He should have been granted permission to come in when needed, ..
Brushing off his irritation as best he could, Daryan trudged through the crowded Hogwarts' halls toward the Kitchen. He was usually able to coax a bit of food out of the Moogles every now and again. Why should he pay? He was Staff, after all. Brushing his hair from his eyes, he entered, scanning the place for the little freaks. "Aw, come on. Did they go out to lunch, too." He paused. "Che. Figures." Daryan muttered, kicking a nearby bin as he took a leisurely stroll toward one of the massive fridges. "In that case, 'll help myself."
Location: Kitchen → Whenever They Wander
Week: 42
Time: Early Afternoon
Rating: PG - PG13.
Nothing. He had done nothing for the past three hours, and it was driving him insane. He rose, completely sick and tired of being forced to sit behind that damnable desk all day. He realized that it was his job to do so, but couldn't they at least give him something to do to pass the time. Staring at the wall wasn't exactly the most thrilling time passer. He sighed, shaking his head as he walked for the door. Not everyday was a crisis. He should have been granted permission to come in when needed, ..
Brushing off his irritation as best he could, Daryan trudged through the crowded Hogwarts' halls toward the Kitchen. He was usually able to coax a bit of food out of the Moogles every now and again. Why should he pay? He was Staff, after all. Brushing his hair from his eyes, he entered, scanning the place for the little freaks. "Aw, come on. Did they go out to lunch, too." He paused. "Che. Figures." Daryan muttered, kicking a nearby bin as he took a leisurely stroll toward one of the massive fridges. "In that case, 'll help myself."