Wander My Friends
WHO: Hannibal King, Open
LOCATION: Entrance Courtyard
WEEK: 61
TIME: Wednesday, early afternoon
WHAT: There's a new teacher at the school.
RATING: I'm making King be PG for this. First impressions and all.
For once the weather was nice on the walk up from the village of Hogsmeade. The rain was holding out for the most part, or at least the imagined rain was. Every film or picture that King had ever seen about England it was always raining or they were talking about rain. Being American it was sort of hard not to picture the world that was presented to them as being under a constant curtain of showers. To see that the impression was indeed wrong, at least for the moment, was nice and somewhat relaxing. Celeb walked beside of him sometimes trotting a little bit ahead to investigate a new smell or whatever caught the wolfdog's eye. Hannibal grinned wide watching the animal romp and play as it chased a hare off along the road before it vanished in to the underbrush and he returned back to his friend's side without his treat. "Don't worry, pal. I'll see about getting you a nice big bone once we get to our new home."
In the thirty minute walk he had only had to stop once to replace the pistol hidden on his person in to his bag with the safety on. He'd made a promise that, once on school grounds, the weapon would remain out of sight and only brought out unless he had to or was leaving. His wand was tucked carefully in to a pocket on the side of his pants ready to use if he needed. So far everything was quiet and quite nice. With a grunt King hefted his larger duffel bag against his back shifting the other larger bag in his left hand as a tune picked up in a carrying whistle he was known to do at times. It was an annoying habit to some and mostly to those he had never gotten along with. As he entered in to the courtyard, though, it echoed off the old walls before it started to fade away in to a low whistle. The place was bigger than he thought it was going to be.
Celeb stopped beside of King when the wizard stopped dropping the bag in his left hand to work his fingers. Both ears perked upward as the animal quirked his head to the left in a questioning, curious manner. "Yeah. It's gonna take a bit of getting used to. Nothing like what we had back home." When the wolfdog gave a low rumble of a reply his human friend barked a light laugh. It seems he wasn't the only one with that feeling. Kids were walking around enjoying time between classes or before lunch was to start. Each in their robes and the colors of their houses which he was still going to have to get adjusted too. Sure he'd had something close when he was in school, but that had been years ago. Some habits were just easy to drop when you were more concerned, ah, with other things.
Reaching for his bag again the newest member of staff started towards the castle's entrance trying to weave his way through the students as they moved about. This was going to be just as big of an adventure as what his previous jog was. Hannibal just hoped the students weren't more deadly than his previous employers.
LOCATION: Entrance Courtyard
WEEK: 61
TIME: Wednesday, early afternoon
WHAT: There's a new teacher at the school.
RATING: I'm making King be PG for this. First impressions and all.
For once the weather was nice on the walk up from the village of Hogsmeade. The rain was holding out for the most part, or at least the imagined rain was. Every film or picture that King had ever seen about England it was always raining or they were talking about rain. Being American it was sort of hard not to picture the world that was presented to them as being under a constant curtain of showers. To see that the impression was indeed wrong, at least for the moment, was nice and somewhat relaxing. Celeb walked beside of him sometimes trotting a little bit ahead to investigate a new smell or whatever caught the wolfdog's eye. Hannibal grinned wide watching the animal romp and play as it chased a hare off along the road before it vanished in to the underbrush and he returned back to his friend's side without his treat. "Don't worry, pal. I'll see about getting you a nice big bone once we get to our new home."
In the thirty minute walk he had only had to stop once to replace the pistol hidden on his person in to his bag with the safety on. He'd made a promise that, once on school grounds, the weapon would remain out of sight and only brought out unless he had to or was leaving. His wand was tucked carefully in to a pocket on the side of his pants ready to use if he needed. So far everything was quiet and quite nice. With a grunt King hefted his larger duffel bag against his back shifting the other larger bag in his left hand as a tune picked up in a carrying whistle he was known to do at times. It was an annoying habit to some and mostly to those he had never gotten along with. As he entered in to the courtyard, though, it echoed off the old walls before it started to fade away in to a low whistle. The place was bigger than he thought it was going to be.
Celeb stopped beside of King when the wizard stopped dropping the bag in his left hand to work his fingers. Both ears perked upward as the animal quirked his head to the left in a questioning, curious manner. "Yeah. It's gonna take a bit of getting used to. Nothing like what we had back home." When the wolfdog gave a low rumble of a reply his human friend barked a light laugh. It seems he wasn't the only one with that feeling. Kids were walking around enjoying time between classes or before lunch was to start. Each in their robes and the colors of their houses which he was still going to have to get adjusted too. Sure he'd had something close when he was in school, but that had been years ago. Some habits were just easy to drop when you were more concerned, ah, with other things.
Reaching for his bag again the newest member of staff started towards the castle's entrance trying to weave his way through the students as they moved about. This was going to be just as big of an adventure as what his previous jog was. Hannibal just hoped the students weren't more deadly than his previous employers.