- Messages
- 225
- OOC First Name
- Harleigh
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Wand
- Curved 13 Inch Rigid Elm Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
- Age
- 5/2038 (12)
Scott Baker wasn't one for breaking curfew and he sure wasn't one for trying to get into trouble. Tonight, was an exception, tonight he was awoken to the monstrous rumble of the beast within his belly. He had been so overwhelmed thinking about his classwork that he didn't eat much before dinner was over. Scott clutched his robe, it was chilly in the lower levels of Hogwarts. He quietly crept around the corner of the hall and into the kitchens.
With a deep sign of relief, Scott relaxed his shoulders and unclenched his jaws. He was alone for what he could tell and just had to find something to snack on. Scott stepped carefully through the kitchen where he spotted some shelving. He started making his way to the shelves, dreaming of all the delicious possibilities. Perhaps there would be delectable donuts covered in powder sugar or even a satisfying savory pot roast. The creaking sound of the kitchen door opening snapped Scott out of his food-filled fantasies. Oh no, I've been caught. Scott looked around quickly for somewhere to hide, he didn't want to have to explain his hunger. He hid behind an island of preparation counters. As footsteps entered the room, he held his breath.
Scott hoped his stomach would remain quiet long enough for him to escape the kitchen. He held one hand over his mouth and the other across his middle. Grrrr. Grumble. His stomach rumbled, surely giving away his location. Scott scratched the side of his neck and flinched his eyes closed in nervousness.
With a deep sign of relief, Scott relaxed his shoulders and unclenched his jaws. He was alone for what he could tell and just had to find something to snack on. Scott stepped carefully through the kitchen where he spotted some shelving. He started making his way to the shelves, dreaming of all the delicious possibilities. Perhaps there would be delectable donuts covered in powder sugar or even a satisfying savory pot roast. The creaking sound of the kitchen door opening snapped Scott out of his food-filled fantasies. Oh no, I've been caught. Scott looked around quickly for somewhere to hide, he didn't want to have to explain his hunger. He hid behind an island of preparation counters. As footsteps entered the room, he held his breath.
Scott hoped his stomach would remain quiet long enough for him to escape the kitchen. He held one hand over his mouth and the other across his middle. Grrrr. Grumble. His stomach rumbled, surely giving away his location. Scott scratched the side of his neck and flinched his eyes closed in nervousness.