Post by roobear on Jan 16, 2012 8:18:34 GMT
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - roo izepic,
"...and the reason why this wonderful lady is in our textbook is because she made the world a more beautiful place. How did she do that? Oh, Sacharissa Tugwood was absolutely brill for discovering the pimple-curing stuff. Why did she do that? The answer is simple, she was cheesed off at people thinking she was unfit and totally not gorg. That was it. So the plump witch took a bite of her sandwich, took out her bottle, and went to give those people a knuckle sandwich."
At the last sentence, the dark haired Ravenclaw's stomach growled. He'd been working on this rubbish History of Magic paper for hours. Some crap about pick an inventor that changed the life of wizards and witches of the new age. Or something of that fashion. It was do, at least two feet long, in no less than two days. It was a fairly easy assignment to do at the start of the year, as there were so many inventors and so many resources at Hogwarts. But did it have to be so boring? There was the occasion that Roo liked history, but more commonly than that, Roo liked to make history.
But his parents told him that in order to make history, you've got to succeed. And in order to succeed, a person had to make halfway decent grades. In doing so, that meant doing things that weren't wanted to be done. >.< Much to his dismay. But the seventeen year old had been working on this paper for a good odd hours like a great studious Ravenclaw would. And so far, no history had been made. Except for the amount of hours that had passed since he'd had dinner in the Great Hall.
Roo's eyes closed tightly as his stomach made other horrendous noises to express its utter torture. When he opened them, he found "Damn I'm hungry" written in his own chicken scratch on the page. The Ravenclaw took grip of his quill and made quick work of removing it from the page. Or rather only drawing more attention to it with the heavy scratches. A huge willing, a desire, pooled inside his stomach and the dark haired man rolled up onto his knees in order to pat his stomach.
It didn't take much more rumbling in his tummy to take him out of the Ravenclaw dormitories and into the hallways where he'd have to dodge the Prefect Patroling Bullet. The whole way down to the kitchens had Roo whispering curse words at his stomach for not obeying his need for silence. If he got caught and was sent back to Ravenclaw Tower without even a bit of bread in his stomach he was going to faint. Or something equally as dramatic. Like losing a house point, maybe (to some people that was a life or death thing). It was like a hit and miss scenario. Or a trial and error thing.
Or a run, duck and cover, and if you get caught, hope it's a pretty female prefect with a good heart.
Luckily, it wasn't a night that Roo had to test his lucky. After about a million hours (serious, why was Ravenclaw Tower so far away from the dungeons, and even further away from the kitchens? did they want all the little eagles to die of starvation or something?) of sneaky about the castle and waking cranky portraits with his wand, the dark haired boy made it into the Kitchens. The dark kitchens in the cold dungeons. Roo wished he'd put on some type of robe before coming down here. Instead of just being in his jammies. Or rather, he wished he'd been put into Hufflepuff or Slytherin so he wouldn't have had to walk so far.
Exhausted, he perched himself on one of the counters, and placed his lit wand in a pot nearby. "Kettle," he sighed, calling his favorite house elf. "Make me a sandwich," he said. He didn't even specify because at this point he could eat just about anything. Even an acromantula. o.e "Or a cupcake, or cookies, or-or-or," he stuttered in thought. "And milk! Quickly, please."
He felt another roar ready to rip through his body.
"Yous always hungry," Kettle replied, and the rustling sound of pots and pans wasn't long after it.
TAGGED! open!
WORDS! seven hundred nineteen!
OUTFIT! pajamas (sweatpants & t-shirt with pandas on them).
NOTES! u_u proboards ate my code on another site, and it made me really sad. so this one is boring. >.< oh and this post is kind of really mean 'cause it is so not good.