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Seventh-year Hufflepuff dorm
Feb. 14th, 2007 06:56 am[[Actions visible only to people who are abroad at five-thirty in the morning]]
Gai wakes up early as usual, but for once doesn't sprint down to the Great Hall to work out. He dresses quickly in the dark and slips out of the curtains of his four-poster, shivering a bit at the morning chill. For a moment he stands still, listening for any sign of life from the other seventh-years. Hearing nothing, he reaches into the very back of his desk and brings out a thin packet of flimsy paper containing a length of ribbon which smells faintly of chocolate.
He sits for some minutes looking out the window, absently winding the ribbon around his fingers. Then he picks up a quill and a sheet of paper, its faded color the burnt red of rust or old blood. He writes on it quickly for several minutes.
When he reaches the end of the paper, he folds into an origami heart without stopping to look it over again. The first rays of sunlight steal through the window, and Gai murmurs a levitating charm, guides the folded paper out into the open air, and sets it on fire. It burns quickly and brightly, leaving only a trace of ash which drifts away on the wind.
Satisfied, Gai tucks the ribbon back into his desk, digs out the books for the day's classes, and ambles down to the common room to struggle over Arithmancy until breakfast.
[[Three inches of snow, and RATS my campus is closed, which means I'm stuck on the slow, slow landline today with five people competing for the computer.
Sakura-mun, Itachi-mun, what kind of a reaction were you looking for?
Also, I'm going to draw a picture of Gai at the ball... early on, before the inevitable chaos starts. Who else wants to be in it?]]
Gai wakes up early as usual, but for once doesn't sprint down to the Great Hall to work out. He dresses quickly in the dark and slips out of the curtains of his four-poster, shivering a bit at the morning chill. For a moment he stands still, listening for any sign of life from the other seventh-years. Hearing nothing, he reaches into the very back of his desk and brings out a thin packet of flimsy paper containing a length of ribbon which smells faintly of chocolate.
He sits for some minutes looking out the window, absently winding the ribbon around his fingers. Then he picks up a quill and a sheet of paper, its faded color the burnt red of rust or old blood. He writes on it quickly for several minutes.
When he reaches the end of the paper, he folds into an origami heart without stopping to look it over again. The first rays of sunlight steal through the window, and Gai murmurs a levitating charm, guides the folded paper out into the open air, and sets it on fire. It burns quickly and brightly, leaving only a trace of ash which drifts away on the wind.
Satisfied, Gai tucks the ribbon back into his desk, digs out the books for the day's classes, and ambles down to the common room to struggle over Arithmancy until breakfast.
[[Three inches of snow, and RATS my campus is closed, which means I'm stuck on the slow, slow landline today with five people competing for the computer.
Sakura-mun, Itachi-mun, what kind of a reaction were you looking for?
Also, I'm going to draw a picture of Gai at the ball... early on, before the inevitable chaos starts. Who else wants to be in it?]]
