[Private RP] Skivingitis, fakeatosis, you name it.
[Where] The Hospital Wing.
[Who] Marluxia Vinea and Yazoo Svetlonov.
[When] Late morning, during a break between lessons.
[Warnings] None. Snark?
The only two people in the entire school he would ever have bothered paying a visit to the Hospital Wing were, naturally, his pair of brothers, Kadaj and Loz.
However, this morning, he found himself trailing down there in his robes with his Potions and Muggle History books under one slender arm to visit a certain seventh year Slytherin who had been missing from the bright green scenery of the Herbology greenhouses for one day too many.
Yazoo did not care, of course. For all his worth, the boy could rot in some hospital bed for the rest of his days. However, when he was promised certain privilages after offering the vivid-haired youth his reliability and his skills and knowledge in the subject of Herbology... well, then it became an entirely different matter.
He was growing bored of waiting.
Especially when the chances were the other boy was not really sick.
Sunlight streamed in through the tall partially-shrouded windows as the sixth year Ravenclaw stalked into the Hospital Wing, glancing about with lazily narrowed cat eyes until he spotted a stitch of magenta against the stark white of the blankets and pillows that concealed every bed in the ward. Smirking lightly to himself, the feminine boy walked casually to the Slytherin's side, placing something on the table beside him, not bothering to rouse him properly.
"They'll figure out you're feigning sooner or later, Vinea."
[Who] Marluxia Vinea and Yazoo Svetlonov.
[When] Late morning, during a break between lessons.
[Warnings] None. Snark?
The only two people in the entire school he would ever have bothered paying a visit to the Hospital Wing were, naturally, his pair of brothers, Kadaj and Loz.
However, this morning, he found himself trailing down there in his robes with his Potions and Muggle History books under one slender arm to visit a certain seventh year Slytherin who had been missing from the bright green scenery of the Herbology greenhouses for one day too many.
Yazoo did not care, of course. For all his worth, the boy could rot in some hospital bed for the rest of his days. However, when he was promised certain privilages after offering the vivid-haired youth his reliability and his skills and knowledge in the subject of Herbology... well, then it became an entirely different matter.
He was growing bored of waiting.
Especially when the chances were the other boy was not really sick.
Sunlight streamed in through the tall partially-shrouded windows as the sixth year Ravenclaw stalked into the Hospital Wing, glancing about with lazily narrowed cat eyes until he spotted a stitch of magenta against the stark white of the blankets and pillows that concealed every bed in the ward. Smirking lightly to himself, the feminine boy walked casually to the Slytherin's side, placing something on the table beside him, not bothering to rouse him properly.
"They'll figure out you're feigning sooner or later, Vinea."