Post by Codi Yumia on Apr 26, 2010 21:39:52 GMT -5
“Damn it! Will someone please let me out of here?!”
Usually the Slytherin would not use profanity so loudly, but he was quite perturbed. What made this even more obvious was that he let out a heavy sigh and a frustrated growl from behind the door of the broom cupboard. He beat against the door a few more times in hopes that someone would hear him and help him out. He had tried many times to unlock the door and to force it out of the way, but there was no avail. The door would not give in to his spell-casting, no matter what spells he performed. He wasn’t just using alohomora, either; he was using a few advanced spells. The funny thing about it all was that absolutely nothing was working.
“What the hell…” he said lowly and leaned her head against the door. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes tightly, wondering whether or not he was stuck in a nightmare of some kind. When he opened his eyes to see darkness again, he let out a groan and flicked his wand without saying another word. A light illuminated its tip and filled the small broom cupboard. He glanced around. Surrounding him was a conglomeration of things: brooms, mops, cleaning supplies. He sighed.
How did he end up in that cupboard anyway? The only thing he could remember was walking down the third floor corridor, humming as he did so. When he reached a door to which he had no idea where it went, the door suddenly swung open, and he was thrown, seemingly by force, into the broom cupboard. He had fallen upon the brooms, mops, buckets, and other supplies with an oomph and a slight gasp of pain and surprise. When he managed to stand on his feet and find the doorknob, he rubbed the back of his head and ran his fingers through his straight hair.
“Man…” He said to himself and whined a bit. He started to beat on the door once again. “Hello?! Is there anyone out there?! Can someone help me?! Pleeeeaaaaseee?” He let out a faint laugh at himself. He knew that he probably sounded pathetic from the inside of a broom cupboard. But it really wasn’t his fault… it was something else’s fault… Whose or what’s fault he had no idea… but it wasn’t his-that was for sure. Finally he became very angry and kicked the door rather hard causing him to stub his toe. "AH!"
Usually the Slytherin would not use profanity so loudly, but he was quite perturbed. What made this even more obvious was that he let out a heavy sigh and a frustrated growl from behind the door of the broom cupboard. He beat against the door a few more times in hopes that someone would hear him and help him out. He had tried many times to unlock the door and to force it out of the way, but there was no avail. The door would not give in to his spell-casting, no matter what spells he performed. He wasn’t just using alohomora, either; he was using a few advanced spells. The funny thing about it all was that absolutely nothing was working.
“What the hell…” he said lowly and leaned her head against the door. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes tightly, wondering whether or not he was stuck in a nightmare of some kind. When he opened his eyes to see darkness again, he let out a groan and flicked his wand without saying another word. A light illuminated its tip and filled the small broom cupboard. He glanced around. Surrounding him was a conglomeration of things: brooms, mops, cleaning supplies. He sighed.
How did he end up in that cupboard anyway? The only thing he could remember was walking down the third floor corridor, humming as he did so. When he reached a door to which he had no idea where it went, the door suddenly swung open, and he was thrown, seemingly by force, into the broom cupboard. He had fallen upon the brooms, mops, buckets, and other supplies with an oomph and a slight gasp of pain and surprise. When he managed to stand on his feet and find the doorknob, he rubbed the back of his head and ran his fingers through his straight hair.
“Man…” He said to himself and whined a bit. He started to beat on the door once again. “Hello?! Is there anyone out there?! Can someone help me?! Pleeeeaaaaseee?” He let out a faint laugh at himself. He knew that he probably sounded pathetic from the inside of a broom cupboard. But it really wasn’t his fault… it was something else’s fault… Whose or what’s fault he had no idea… but it wasn’t his-that was for sure. Finally he became very angry and kicked the door rather hard causing him to stub his toe. "AH!"