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Mar 23 2017, 12:26 PM
It was just past ten in the evening when Caspian exited his dormitory, scratching at his neck which had been bothering him all day. He wasn’t sure if it was the wool of his jumper making him itch but he feared it was something far worse because actually his entire body was itching like mad. He wouldn’t rule out having been infected with lice or something nasty like that They did let mudbloods into the school after all so it wasn’t very unlikely that they’d brought a louse infestation with them. Manky sods.
He cursed under his breath as he made his way through the corridors over to Alyssa’s dormitory where he hoped to find her, undoubtedly with her nose deep in a book. He should be studying too with all the exams coming up but he really couldn’t be arsed. Studying was boring and Caspian never could get himself to willfully engage in boring activities for very long, no matter how important they happened to be. He figured he’d spend the eve of the exam skimming through the most important texts and then hope for the best. It had worked for him before so why try to fix something which ain’t broken.
Finally outside Alyssa’s door he first shot two passing girls a flirtatious smirk before he made to knock. He stopped himself however, just before his knuckles had hit the wood, and grinning he pushed down the handle instead and poked his head in unannounced.
“I hope you’re not dressed!”Alyssa Penrose
Mar 23 2017, 11:54 AM
As often as Caspian spent his free time flying his brooms, it happened every once in awhile that he took a stroll through Hogsmeade. It was such a dull village in his opinion though, full of old people living very dull lives and the only times something actually happened in that place were when it got overrun by the kids from Hogwarts making the most of their weekend visits. It was certainly more eventful than the dreary mundanity of any other weekday in the village, but it could get a bit mad with all the kids running amok.
Caspian was pretty glad therefore that it wasn’t a Hogsmeade weekend because he was actually out on a mission and he didn’t feel like having to jostle his way through mobs of kids on sugar rushes. The thing was, his cousin had apparently had her Hogsmeade privileges revoked because the teachers were, as she had so eloquently put it, “stupid” and she had asked him to pick up some sweets from Honeydukes for her. Being the top bloke that he is, Caspian loved running errands for damsels in distress, particularly when he couldn’t get a good fuck out of it.
But he was feeling pretty generous and besides, he kind of liked his little cousin so he didn’t mind doing her that favour even if there was nothing in it for him.
Strolling down one of the more crowded alleys he spotted Maz, or rather the back of her. But he recognised her all the same, more specifically by that first-class shaped arse of hers. For a very brief moment though, it struck him as odd to find here there but then again he certain wouldn’t put it past her to bend the rules a little.
Smirking to himself he moved her way and when he was close enough he snuck up behind her to deliver a proper slap on one of her buttocks. He then jumping back to remove himself from the scene of crime.
“Sir!” Caspian exclaimed, drawing a sharp intake of breath with exaggerated shock, “My golly, you should be ashamed of yourself.”
“Pardon?” A ministry-looking sort of fellow just passing by, dressed in black pinstriped robes and a bowler hat, a brolly in one hand and a copy of the daily prophet tucked under his other arm, looking just as drab as his life probably was, shot Caspian a puzzled look.
“Oh, it isn’t my pardon you ought to beg, sir. It’s this young lady’s right here.”
Still looking utterly confounded, the man simply glared between Maz and Caspian with an arched eyebrow, then snorted nonchalantly as he turned and left.
“Yes, you go think of what you’ve done!” Caspian called after the man as he left before turning to Maz with an incredulous look on his face, “What a perv.”Maz Cowan
Oct 1 2015, 07:52 PM
So. A lot of changes had been done to the school, most of which, well, to be perfectly honest and highly ineloquent, utterly sucked.
There was one change though, which whilst it sort of annoyed him a little bit because truthfully horsefolk really belonged in the forest and not amongst civilised society let alone in a position to teach the future generation of wizardkind, it also sort of amused him in a sense that he could have a lot of fun with it. Call it optimism, if you will. It couldn’t exactly get any worse at this point anyways, unless of course Norwood’s next genius idea would be hiring that house elf Boopsie to teach them Defense Against the Dark Arts. A most ghastly idea, certainly, but frighteningly enough actually pretty plausible. A thought which made you want to both laugh and cry, possibly even at the same time.
Caspian had grudged enough though. It was time to just brush it off and focus one’s thoughts on more fun things, like mischief and other amusing ideas, and it so happened that he had just the thing in mind.
Grinning to himself in a manner which told the world just how very pleased he was with himself as he exited the Slytherin Common room carrying a small but suspicious sack under his arm, looking a lot like a poorly stuffed pillow. He strolled along the corridor until he reached the stairs which would take him upwards in the Castle.
Sep 29 2015, 09:54 AM
It was the weekend, finally, just after breakfast, and what better way to spend a Saturday morning than to go flying. Alyssa, not being particularly fond of the activity had opted against joining him, as she always did. But he didn’t mind, he was quite used to it. Though, he really did wish his friend would join him one of these days.
He kicked off the ground from the courtyard and soared up into the air like an arrow, the wind nipping at his cheeks as the castle grew smaller and smaller behind him. The view from above was really quite spectacular. It never ceased to impress him, and he hovered there for a moment, high above Hogwarts castle, admiring the beauty beneath. The mist still hung over the grounds which were slowly changing into a landscape of auburn, yellow and orange, so vibrant against the clear cornflower blue sky. The air was crisp but pleasant enough as the sun shone still warm. This was, in Caspian’s opinion, the best recipe for happiness.
Grinning to himself, he went for a dive, speeding towards the lake. He flew along the shore, circling the lake at a low altitude, zigzagging between trees and other obstacles in his path. His idea of a good time was probably something most people would call reckless, and to be fair, a fraction of a second hesitation would undoubtedly end in a broken neck, but he absolutely loved it.
He wasn’t sure for how long he’d been at it but he reckoned it must have been at least an hour, so he landed just by the edge of the water and sat himself down against a rock for a moments rest.