Just not his day
WHO: Alyss Heart, Sam Winchester
LOCATION: Sam's Office
WEEK: 58; During Event
TIME: Afternoonish?
WHAT: Sam would like some company; anything to get his mind off the happily galloping unicorns outside would be fantastic, thanks.
RATING: B for Brooding. Because only Sam finds reasons to brood with UNICORNS AND DOLPHINS AND RAINBOWS filling the school.
Sam sat in the corner of his counseling office with his knees pulled up to his chest, his head in his hands, and a generally miserable air about his countenance. He hadn't realized how much trouble he was in when he had first stepped out into the changed hallways, with sunlit rocks and splashing, chirping dolphins flitting about. The first time a dolphin had dived across his path had been mildly alarming, and the shining, sparkling stars that flickered into existence and exploded on impact were even more jarring. Obviously something was wrong in Hogwarts, and Sam had pulled his wand out, ready for an attack.
But nothing had prepared him for the unicorns.
Full-grown unicorns. Sparkling, dashing, virgin-seeking, rainbow-trailing unicorns. Galloping past as if an entire herd had decided it was perfectly logical to take up residence here in the school.
It had been a few months since... since Dean had still been missing, since his bloodthirst, since Ruby. Sam had really thought he was getting better, acting normally, moving on from that arguably dark period of his life.
Then a unicorn had trotted past him in the hallway (albeit giving him wide berth) and it all came crashing back down on his head.
Sam had turned right around, dived back into his office, warded the door full to bursting and then hid in the corner.
He didn't trust himself to move.
LOCATION: Sam's Office
WEEK: 58; During Event
TIME: Afternoonish?
WHAT: Sam would like some company; anything to get his mind off the happily galloping unicorns outside would be fantastic, thanks.
RATING: B for Brooding. Because only Sam finds reasons to brood with UNICORNS AND DOLPHINS AND RAINBOWS filling the school.
Sam sat in the corner of his counseling office with his knees pulled up to his chest, his head in his hands, and a generally miserable air about his countenance. He hadn't realized how much trouble he was in when he had first stepped out into the changed hallways, with sunlit rocks and splashing, chirping dolphins flitting about. The first time a dolphin had dived across his path had been mildly alarming, and the shining, sparkling stars that flickered into existence and exploded on impact were even more jarring. Obviously something was wrong in Hogwarts, and Sam had pulled his wand out, ready for an attack.
But nothing had prepared him for the unicorns.
Full-grown unicorns. Sparkling, dashing, virgin-seeking, rainbow-trailing unicorns. Galloping past as if an entire herd had decided it was perfectly logical to take up residence here in the school.
It had been a few months since... since Dean had still been missing, since his bloodthirst, since Ruby. Sam had really thought he was getting better, acting normally, moving on from that arguably dark period of his life.
Then a unicorn had trotted past him in the hallway (albeit giving him wide berth) and it all came crashing back down on his head.
Sam had turned right around, dived back into his office, warded the door full to bursting and then hid in the corner.
He didn't trust himself to move.