- Messages
- 234
- OOC First Name
- Clairey
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Age
- 11
Hiding was a strong word to describe what Freddie was doing in the empty classroom. No, no, he wasn't hiding. Recuperating - yes, that was more like it. He’d managed to get himself into a mostly comfortable position at a desk in the corner, a good book in hand, legs stretched out under the table, sunlight from the lead-paned window warming his shoulder. He could have stayed there all day. Alas, nature was calling. He left his book, sweater, scarf, and a bracelet on the desk. Nobody had come into the classroom all morning; the chances of someone turning up in the five minutes he was looking for a bathroom were minuscule.
He returned a few moments later and leaned on the door. It didn’t budge. He tried the handle. Locked? Someone had locked the door? But he’d only just come out! What about his book? His sweater? It was one his best! Damn it - what kind of idiot locked a classroom without checking it was empty? He swung his foot at the wood. This was ridiculous.
He returned a few moments later and leaned on the door. It didn’t budge. He tried the handle. Locked? Someone had locked the door? But he’d only just come out! What about his book? His sweater? It was one his best! Damn it - what kind of idiot locked a classroom without checking it was empty? He swung his foot at the wood. This was ridiculous.