Post by Niall Weasley on Jul 4, 2007 13:58:27 GMT -5
I don't suppose it was normal for a young boy to be in the Owlery at 2:30 in the morning, but Niall really is far from normal.
Of course, why would he be in the Owlery if he wasn't posting a letter, if that was what he was doing.
It's always hard to tell with Niall. You can never really be sure what he's going to do next, to be honest.
Currently he was sat by the window, owls screeching around him, watching the stars hanging like... hangy starry things. Niall wasn't that poetic, really. He sighed, apparently annoyed that he was alone, but what did he expect?
Was he there for some midnight meeting, or inspiration? Only Niall could tell, and he never usually did. His secrets remained exactly that, and not even his Mother knew them.
So why on Earth was the Gryffindor Whore all alone?
His big brown eyes scanned the horizon, lips pouted in the event that anyone caught him here, looking surprisingly vague.
Of course, why would he be in the Owlery if he wasn't posting a letter, if that was what he was doing.
It's always hard to tell with Niall. You can never really be sure what he's going to do next, to be honest.
Currently he was sat by the window, owls screeching around him, watching the stars hanging like... hangy starry things. Niall wasn't that poetic, really. He sighed, apparently annoyed that he was alone, but what did he expect?
Was he there for some midnight meeting, or inspiration? Only Niall could tell, and he never usually did. His secrets remained exactly that, and not even his Mother knew them.
So why on Earth was the Gryffindor Whore all alone?
His big brown eyes scanned the horizon, lips pouted in the event that anyone caught him here, looking surprisingly vague.
