ACTIVE//OPEN

[fuckyeahbetween]

Characters: Ruth; whoever, will update

Location: The hallways

Time: A bit before midday

Content: Um. Dragon charades.

Format: Whichever, will start with prose but reply as you like

Warnings: None? I just like dragon charades. OH. Ruth can speak telepathically only to those who are telepaths themselves, Harry, and other dragons. So if your character is not one of those, he will execute a great deal of chirping and wingflapping and eyewhirling to make himself badly understood.

Ruth was hungry. It was not that mindblasting hunger of his birth, but the 'I could use a snack' sort of hunger. Seeing as Harry was in class, one Ruth wasn't that interested in, Ruth decided not to bother his Harry. He peered at the doorknob intently for several minutes before it slowly turned and he nudged the door open, closing it behind him without realizing how as soon as he entered the hall.

He remembered food was left and he scrambled that way. It was too bad the hallway was just too narrow to fly in. He did so enjoy flying.