Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 11:53:05 GMT -8
For the second time since midnight, Eric heard the faint chimes of the distant bell- tolling to mark the second hour of that frigid Saturday in January. Rolling out of bed, he came to the realization that sleep was not in his future this day. Instead, he pulled a pristine black sweater over his bare flesh- the cool fabric instantly warming to his skin. This one was his favorite, because of the almost invisible pockets nestled before his abdomen to soothe his chilly hands. From beneath his pillow, Eric sought a silken pouch, the interior lined with thick, cushioned velvet. Before heading to the door, he slid on a pair of plain black trousers- classic, but comfortable anyhow. As he slowly padded out the door, he heard the soft footsteps of Hector, his ever-faithful canine, traipsing after him. Eric shut the door gently behind the two, and headed down to the comforts of the roaring fire within the Slytherin Common Room.
The area was silent and abandoned, indeed not a single soul was in sight, which was exactly how Eric preferred it. He pulled one of the several plush, emerald couches towards the fire, until it was merely inches from the flame. Nestling himself on one side, the made room for the pooch to nestle up beside him. However, the Alaskan Malamute opted to claim the ground beneath his feet, curling around the slippered soles of his feet. Shaking his head with an ever-so-slight smile, the young Mr. Rosier emptied the contents of his delicate parcel on to his lap. It was marijuana, of course, Eric's drug of choice. Quickly, he rolled up a spliff and stowed away the remainder of Joram's most prized product. Lighting up the joint, he took one deep inhale, holding the valuable fumes within his lungs for several moments. At last, he exhaled, attempting to liberate his mind from the delicate struggles of his conscious, namely, his brother.
The issues surrounding his brother had intensified as of late, and he had been hexing more and more individuals that attempted to cause him anguish. On top of that, Evan was no engaged to one Narcissa Malfoy. He felt bad for the poor girl, to be perfectly honest, though he barely knew her. Evan had ridiculous mental disruptions, though in truth, Eric was not one to judge. He both loved and loathed his elder sibling. Sighing, he inhaled once more, allowing the spliff to lay in his lips for several moments as he pondered on such curious matters.
Hectors head shot up, and alerted the Slytherin lad to the presence of another. He slowly turned his attentions in the direction of the faintest of footsteps, not caring enough to remove the illegal substance from his lips. He genuinely didn't care if others judged him on his ill habits.
The area was silent and abandoned, indeed not a single soul was in sight, which was exactly how Eric preferred it. He pulled one of the several plush, emerald couches towards the fire, until it was merely inches from the flame. Nestling himself on one side, the made room for the pooch to nestle up beside him. However, the Alaskan Malamute opted to claim the ground beneath his feet, curling around the slippered soles of his feet. Shaking his head with an ever-so-slight smile, the young Mr. Rosier emptied the contents of his delicate parcel on to his lap. It was marijuana, of course, Eric's drug of choice. Quickly, he rolled up a spliff and stowed away the remainder of Joram's most prized product. Lighting up the joint, he took one deep inhale, holding the valuable fumes within his lungs for several moments. At last, he exhaled, attempting to liberate his mind from the delicate struggles of his conscious, namely, his brother.
The issues surrounding his brother had intensified as of late, and he had been hexing more and more individuals that attempted to cause him anguish. On top of that, Evan was no engaged to one Narcissa Malfoy. He felt bad for the poor girl, to be perfectly honest, though he barely knew her. Evan had ridiculous mental disruptions, though in truth, Eric was not one to judge. He both loved and loathed his elder sibling. Sighing, he inhaled once more, allowing the spliff to lay in his lips for several moments as he pondered on such curious matters.
Hectors head shot up, and alerted the Slytherin lad to the presence of another. He slowly turned his attentions in the direction of the faintest of footsteps, not caring enough to remove the illegal substance from his lips. He genuinely didn't care if others judged him on his ill habits.
