Yerik Rhys Price
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- OOC First Name
- Mintzy
- Wand
- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4 Essence of Silver Thistle
- Age
- 1/2017
As much fun as it was to explore Hogwarts castle, there was a certain degree of fun that was hard to find about it with the sun streaming in blindingly through the windows. Things were more hidden at night. Shadows turned recesses into gaping holes and hallways into endless inky wells. The suits of armour seemed somehow more alive with the silvery moonlight playing off of them, and the most innocent of noises became something so much more sinister.That was what Yerik Rhys thought, anyway. Though he would never sneak out at night, he didn't wanted to be caught and most especially do things. So the young boy shook his head and decided to wander the castle as the day was still young and the fact that he was free to do so. Yerik Rhys found that his usual strolls through the castle were no longer enough to get his creative juices going. He decided to go and try to find some new experience that he could spawn some of his idea on.
He made his way down one more corridor and pushed through the door that led into the antiquated bathroom. As soon as he walked in, he stepped into a puddle of water, that seemed to cover the entire floor of the bathroom. Pretty much everything in the bathroom was wet, and nothing was in order. "well... That's sanitary." he muttered , stepping deeper in the to bathroom. As he did, he heard the echos of some sort of scoffing noise between one of the stalls. Yerik knit is eye brows in wonder, and made his way towards the sources of the sound. Only to find out it was rat, a big one too. He was probably a residence inside the old lavatory perhaps. It was a bit odd for the third year to be inside the old place, filled with dust and rust of metal. Still he find it quite amusing to see the place, which made him wonder if his idea was good or bad.
Yerik Rhys wadded through the wet floor, towards the stalls cautiously. Seeing if there were any more rats to come, not that he hated rats or anything in fact he finds it interesting. The stalls made an old squeaky sound that was rather painful for anyone to hear. He then slowly circled the room, trying to think of something to do alone. Until he thought, there wasn't any as he was well basically alone. A beam of sunlight came through the window, making an illusion so beautiful that Yerik Rhys just had to see. He stared at it for minutes still unsure of what was he going to do next after gazing at the light. He was after all a loner and no one likes loner from what he have heard. Then again it wasn't his fault for being one, as people see him quite strict and studious which means boring. Was it wrong to be academically fit and all, only the brotherhood was left for him to see during his free time. The dark haired boy stood there wondering if anyone could join him, though that case would be rare as no one goes to the ancient lavatory anymore.
As the light was gone, he thought to check if there was still any water from the old faucet. He then turned the faucet only surprised to see that the water was quite clean, the fact that no one uses it seems to be quite surprising for him. A chill rolled down Yerik's spine from his neck as cold water was splashed onto it and his face by hands that had been cupped beneath the running faucet of the sink in the empty lavatory. He needed something to cool off; he needed a quick moment to clean his face and collect himself after facing the beam of light before. His hands rested on the sides of the sink as the water continued to run into it and drain into the pipes. He listened to the running water as it passed, letting the cool liquid wash away his warmth like it washed away the sweat that had beaded on his brow. It was quite relaxing to hear the running water, as it was therapy to his ears.
Time slowed, and moments lasted a little longer, which was much appreciated. However long he could get out of just standing there he would take, even if it was only a figment of his imagination. He turned the water off and placed a free hand on his forehead, which then proceeded to drag the remaining moisture on his forehead into his hair, dampening it at the roots and, though not noticeably so. His dark brown hair moved however he wanted it to because it was manageable. Simple as that. It would seem that's all he needed to truly relax. Having composed himself, he let his face air dry and in the mean time looked himself over in the mirror. He fixed his hair, not that he meant to make it neat, drew an index finger beneath his nose and sniffed at the air a few times to make sure his nostrils were clear of any...nastiness. With a deep breath he turned around and leaned at the sink.
He made his way down one more corridor and pushed through the door that led into the antiquated bathroom. As soon as he walked in, he stepped into a puddle of water, that seemed to cover the entire floor of the bathroom. Pretty much everything in the bathroom was wet, and nothing was in order. "well... That's sanitary." he muttered , stepping deeper in the to bathroom. As he did, he heard the echos of some sort of scoffing noise between one of the stalls. Yerik knit is eye brows in wonder, and made his way towards the sources of the sound. Only to find out it was rat, a big one too. He was probably a residence inside the old lavatory perhaps. It was a bit odd for the third year to be inside the old place, filled with dust and rust of metal. Still he find it quite amusing to see the place, which made him wonder if his idea was good or bad.
Yerik Rhys wadded through the wet floor, towards the stalls cautiously. Seeing if there were any more rats to come, not that he hated rats or anything in fact he finds it interesting. The stalls made an old squeaky sound that was rather painful for anyone to hear. He then slowly circled the room, trying to think of something to do alone. Until he thought, there wasn't any as he was well basically alone. A beam of sunlight came through the window, making an illusion so beautiful that Yerik Rhys just had to see. He stared at it for minutes still unsure of what was he going to do next after gazing at the light. He was after all a loner and no one likes loner from what he have heard. Then again it wasn't his fault for being one, as people see him quite strict and studious which means boring. Was it wrong to be academically fit and all, only the brotherhood was left for him to see during his free time. The dark haired boy stood there wondering if anyone could join him, though that case would be rare as no one goes to the ancient lavatory anymore.
As the light was gone, he thought to check if there was still any water from the old faucet. He then turned the faucet only surprised to see that the water was quite clean, the fact that no one uses it seems to be quite surprising for him. A chill rolled down Yerik's spine from his neck as cold water was splashed onto it and his face by hands that had been cupped beneath the running faucet of the sink in the empty lavatory. He needed something to cool off; he needed a quick moment to clean his face and collect himself after facing the beam of light before. His hands rested on the sides of the sink as the water continued to run into it and drain into the pipes. He listened to the running water as it passed, letting the cool liquid wash away his warmth like it washed away the sweat that had beaded on his brow. It was quite relaxing to hear the running water, as it was therapy to his ears.
Time slowed, and moments lasted a little longer, which was much appreciated. However long he could get out of just standing there he would take, even if it was only a figment of his imagination. He turned the water off and placed a free hand on his forehead, which then proceeded to drag the remaining moisture on his forehead into his hair, dampening it at the roots and, though not noticeably so. His dark brown hair moved however he wanted it to because it was manageable. Simple as that. It would seem that's all he needed to truly relax. Having composed himself, he let his face air dry and in the mean time looked himself over in the mirror. He fixed his hair, not that he meant to make it neat, drew an index finger beneath his nose and sniffed at the air a few times to make sure his nostrils were clear of any...nastiness. With a deep breath he turned around and leaned at the sink.
- Out of Character:
- I was quite inspired, don't worry about my next post/s...wouldn't be that long like this.