The Forest of Dean. Such a good place to be in, specially with this weather. The sun was shining really strong, the shadows of the tree's on the ground, their branches standing majesticly on the air, with new leaves aldready growing. The weather was very good, no clouds on the sky, the yellow sun brightly gazing down on the world, and a fresh breeze of wind rolled through the forest sometimes, though it wasn't that cold or powerfull, just something to relive one from the heat. A loud bam sound echoed through the forest, and some footsteps were then after heard after a loud sigh, let out by a young, masculine voice.
A nauseating sensation could be felt through the body of the boy, who had just apparated into the Forest, with the intentions of trying to find a werewolf pack made out of exiled people that he had been searching for a long while. His head stopped spinning, and finally the boy took his hands of his head, looking around. The silhouete of a tall, slender boy could be seen through the different tree's. He was wearing a white shirt, and a dark hoodie on top of it, despite the warm weather. He had tight dark jeans, and a pair of blue all-stars sneekers. The boy just looked around, looking for somewhere to go and then started randomly walking forward.
The boy, who was 20 years old, and was currently looking for something to risk his life for, had his wand steadily on his jeans back left pocket. He touched it slightly, to make sure it was still there and that it hadn't dissapeared when he apparated. Always good to be sure. He stretched his arms back, and putted a large green, camping backpack on the floor, taking out of it a tent. He setted it on the floor, and with a wave of his hand, he did some kind of wandless magic, and the tent got up straight, ready for someone to go inside. He went inside to put down his backpack, and stopped in amazement at what he had just seen. He had never been inside one of these tents, so it was something very new to him.
"Marvellous."
He closed the curtain that led into the tent, and a really big space could be seen. He had never gone camping with his parents or someone, so he never tried on of these, but on this mission for the Ministry of Magic, they had offered him a tent for the time he spent on the Forest trying to find the wolfpack. It had 3 divisons, a living-room in the middle, one bedroom to the left, and a small kitchen to the right. The kitchen had a fire oven, and some things for Chris to prepare some food when he was eating. On the living-room, a round table, 5 chairs around it, some vases with flowers, to make it look pretty, and on the bedroom, a bunk bed, with a table and a chair to the side of it, and some books and reports about werewolfs on top of it. Chris, has a werewolf himself, had aldready some information about them, but he still received some important memo's from the ministry. With a quick reflex, he drew his wand and pointed it at the entrance. He heard a quiet rustling noise outside, doubting it to be an animal, he went to the door, and finally opened it, seeing a tall figure standing outside.
by Christopher Sattermöon Mon May 14, 2012 4:42 pm
