Aleister Rainsworth
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Bored. Aleister Rainsworth was bored. All day, he did nothing but attend a snooze fest and listen to his professors ramble on and on about things that would never interest him. It would have been better if they did something fun, like have a race while riding a hippogriff or spot the hidden thestral. Merlin, he would even accept having to play with a muggle tool right now. He was bored and that could never be good. He couldn't understand why his professors had to be too uptight and stuffy. It was probably because of the age difference but he thinks that those old folks need to unwind and have some fun. He'd show them how to have some fun if needed be. He didn't attend school just to feel like a prisoner or like a student in eternal detention, he was already like a caged bird in his own house. He wanted something different now. His parents weren't there to scold him, and since they weren't around, he could do as many crazy things as he wanted to. He'd do it and no one would be able to stop him.
Aleister silently peered into the room that he shared with other durmstrang kids. Bright light was pouring in from the large window, illuminating the otherwise dark and empty room. There was not a soul in sight, which depressed him a bit. He wanted to have some fun and having fun for him means doing silly things with someone. How could he have fun if he's alone in that cold empty room? He ran a hand through his curly hair and jump into his bed. He was reaching his limit. He had to do something or he'll go crazy. He jumped off from his bed and peered at the windows, checking out the lake whether it's capable of supporting his wight. He had always wished to ice skate even though he knew not if it was forbidden or not, but seeing the lake's condition, he decided not to do so. The ice didn't look thick enough to skate on. He didn't want it to break under his weight. While he did love swimming, swimming didn't seem that attractive in such a cold weather. He'd freeze to death and his mother would go crazy. He'd love to see her go crazy. He loved his mother but she was too strict, with her eyebrows always furrowed and her lips always in a thin line. He'd love to see her do something other than yell at him.
The thirteen year old rested his elbows on the windowsill, he had to do something or he will really loose it. The boy yawned and scanned the lawn, there had to be something out there that he could do. Anything will do no matter how crazy it was. "Dear Merlin I'm bored! Someone entertain me!" he yelled, stretching his arms out and walking backwards, expecting to reach his bed safely but tripping on something on the floor. "Good riddance to bad rubbish, which foolish soul had left his trunk open in the middle of the room?" He shook his head in disbelief, crouching to check who the owner of the trunk was. "If someone crazy finds this, I'm sure that person would do something messed up. I pity the poor owner of these clothes." He then pulled a couple of clothes from the trunk, some shirts, pant and even some private pieces of clothing. And then it hit him, "Who am I kidding? That someone should be me," he exclaimed, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he scooped more clothes off the trunk. Hugging them, he ran outside the room to fetch himself a rope. He had seen muggles do these with their clothes, he wanted to do it too. Running around the castle halls, he found himself outside the lawn. He found two pillars and tied the end of the rope to each one. "But these clothes were dry. Right, we need some water." Like a little kid, he trod to the lake, his poor roommate's clothes still on hand. Once near the nearly frozen lake, he set the clothes down beside him and fetch himself a stone large enough to put a hole on the ice. "Well here goes nothing!," he said while hitting the ice with the stone larger than the size of his hands.
<i></i>Aleister silently peered into the room that he shared with other durmstrang kids. Bright light was pouring in from the large window, illuminating the otherwise dark and empty room. There was not a soul in sight, which depressed him a bit. He wanted to have some fun and having fun for him means doing silly things with someone. How could he have fun if he's alone in that cold empty room? He ran a hand through his curly hair and jump into his bed. He was reaching his limit. He had to do something or he'll go crazy. He jumped off from his bed and peered at the windows, checking out the lake whether it's capable of supporting his wight. He had always wished to ice skate even though he knew not if it was forbidden or not, but seeing the lake's condition, he decided not to do so. The ice didn't look thick enough to skate on. He didn't want it to break under his weight. While he did love swimming, swimming didn't seem that attractive in such a cold weather. He'd freeze to death and his mother would go crazy. He'd love to see her go crazy. He loved his mother but she was too strict, with her eyebrows always furrowed and her lips always in a thin line. He'd love to see her do something other than yell at him.
The thirteen year old rested his elbows on the windowsill, he had to do something or he will really loose it. The boy yawned and scanned the lawn, there had to be something out there that he could do. Anything will do no matter how crazy it was. "Dear Merlin I'm bored! Someone entertain me!" he yelled, stretching his arms out and walking backwards, expecting to reach his bed safely but tripping on something on the floor. "Good riddance to bad rubbish, which foolish soul had left his trunk open in the middle of the room?" He shook his head in disbelief, crouching to check who the owner of the trunk was. "If someone crazy finds this, I'm sure that person would do something messed up. I pity the poor owner of these clothes." He then pulled a couple of clothes from the trunk, some shirts, pant and even some private pieces of clothing. And then it hit him, "Who am I kidding? That someone should be me," he exclaimed, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he scooped more clothes off the trunk. Hugging them, he ran outside the room to fetch himself a rope. He had seen muggles do these with their clothes, he wanted to do it too. Running around the castle halls, he found himself outside the lawn. He found two pillars and tied the end of the rope to each one. "But these clothes were dry. Right, we need some water." Like a little kid, he trod to the lake, his poor roommate's clothes still on hand. Once near the nearly frozen lake, he set the clothes down beside him and fetch himself a stone large enough to put a hole on the ice. "Well here goes nothing!," he said while hitting the ice with the stone larger than the size of his hands.