Beck dawdled along the halls, looking out over the grounds whenever the oppurtunity would present itself. He was still trying to understand the very different lives that the students of Hogwarts led in comparison to those led at Durmstrang. As he passed an open section of the wall again, he leant against the stone wall, slouching, and looked out at the lake. Hogwarts seemed like a nice enough place, if not a bit calm. Well, he couldn't really judge that as he hadn't been there very long. A breeze blew against his face, pushing his fringe up so that it leant back and touched the medium length, dark brown hair atop his head. The winds dropped again and he lifted a hand, brushing the fringe back into place over his forehead where it gradually sloped down to cover the left half of his left eye.
The teen looked down at his slytherin robes and let out a short sigh of irritation. He hadn't yet met any of his house, or any students at all. Perhaps there would be an oppurtunity to do so whenever he made it to class, though he much preferred to just be left alone. He supposed he should be in lessons, but the chance the view the new grounds he would be living on for the next year was too big an oppurtunity to miss. Besides, it was only Charms and he was terrible at it anyway. If he made an effort he could probably do something but he was too lazy and was rarely ever able to remember a spell off the top of his head.
Pushing off of the wall with his right foot, he continued down the corridor. If he remembered correctly, the fifth year student was almost in the correct place. It would take him a while to remember his way around the school and get to know who was who and the thought just fed his irritation; he felt like a clueless first year again. Finally, he stood before a door he thought was the correct one. Placing a palm on it, a thought momentarily passed through him that he might get a detention for the piercing in hiq right eyebrow, though he didn't linger on that for too long. He pushed the door open and stepped into the room, taking a few seconds to look around and take in the place he would be tortured for the next however long he would have to put up with Charms.
He registered the professor talking to the class and waited for a moment of quiet. Not one for apologies, he drawled out the truth, "Got lost," before walking to take a seat near the back of the class. The slytherin noted that some others of his house, and of about his age, were sat nearby. Perhaps they would try to talk to him. He sat back in the chair, black bag dumped on the floor, and crossed his arms over his chest, ready for the boring session.
by Beck Wood Sat Sep 03, 2011 4:31 pm