Summer
Post by Kastian Brennan on Jan 12, 2012 4:43:38 GMT -5
[/justify]Morning. He loved the morning. Almost everyone was at breakfast. A few of the people had finished there breakfast and broke out across the school others were just waking up and rushing to the Great Hall to get something in their systems before a loaded school day would begin. The warmth of the sun was beautiful, but, the wind was cold. He had on a jacket and did not wear his school robes as everyone else would likely be in. Others would sit at the tables awaiting their morning mail... If they got any at all.
Kastian Brennan was something else. He was a seventh year prefect that never once showed up to the Great Hall with the intention of eating breakfast at the school. His seat had always been empty so he never knew what had happened to it. He never ate in the mornings for as long as he could remember. However, when lunch came around he could devour a unicorn. But, he wouldn't really eat a unicorn because he was really not a bad person. So, it was more likely he was going to eat a zebra... But, he doesn’t like zebra stripes. The point is, he could devour a large amount of food at lunch. It was like he was a sucker-fish, just sucking everything in. Really, more of a whale. Swallowing everything nearly whole. He liked lunch. Lunch was the best class.
But, it wasn't lunch. It was breakfast time. It was about eight-twenty in the morning. It was a great time! He had been running around the grounds on the same track he had done ever since he was a fifth year. He used to run inside the school, and stayed off the grounds because he would loose track of time and not hear the bells and would be late to his first class not in his robes and drenched in sweat and be a smelly, smelly, boy, that caused his professor to send him back upstairs to take a shower. He got better at time management in his third and fourth years. But, in his fifth year he was made a prefect. So, he stopped running in the halls in the morning non-stop. He went out to the grounds. So far he had ran the entire perimeter of the lake, across the border near the forest and by gamekeeper's hut.
He probably would go get a snack later. He would probably eat an apple. But, he did not like eating an apple without a fork. So, he'd had to tough it and just take a bite.
He was just now returning closer to the castle, near the east wing of Hogwarts. The east wing was one of his favorite wings as it was partially separated from the castle due to the courtyard. He loved the transfiguration wing. It was his favorite class... Even though he was not sure of what to think of the professor whom apparently was his aunt. He had a hard time believing he had an aunt. As he ran his mind came across thousands of thoughts. He had been up since six-thirty and pulled some shorts over his boxers on as soon as he woke up. He had not brushed his teeth, taken a shower or combed down his messy hair as the running would just ruin any self image of attraction he tried to make. Running? It was tough to keep himself looking good while doing it.
The seventeen year old ran at a fast and a brisk pace. He started slow by the lake, due to the rocks. He picked up his speed to his fastest near the border to Hogsmeade and the Forbidden Forest, but, he stayed within the grounds. He now found himself at the courtyards. He ran around the east wing of Hogwarts and entered the courtyard where there were some students and tripped. He cursed and broke his fall with his hands, catching himself. He regained his strength and bearings and lifted himself up. After running for just over an hour and a half, he had not noticed one of his shoes were loose. His shoe became untied.
He sighed and bent downwards to tie his shoe. He tied it pretty quickly, but, not too tight as he had to remove his shoes before he had to head to his next class after Breakfast. He had been dumb when signing up and requested the morning Defense Against the Dark Arts class, hence, losing most of his morning free periods that he had loved much in his sixth year. He decided to stop right there, probably run around the courtyard and through the halls dodging the students back to the common room as everyone begun to head toward wherever they needed to be. But, he still had a good thirty minutes before he needed to be at his common room. If the stair cases were being nice, he could make it up the seven flights and the tower within six minutes.
With thirty minutes to blow off in the courtyard, he stood still. Looking like a complete exhausted idiot covered in sweat. The wind felt great. He had realized he was thirsty. He did not want to go to the Great Hall in his current attire. If he were to enter the castle he would go straight up to his dorms to take a shower and change into his robes. So, he had to improvise. He took his wand out of his short's special pocket for them and held his wand out in front of him. "Aguamenti," his word was concise, demanding, and strong voiced. A steady stream of clear water flowed from the tip of his wand.
Filch probably would make him scrub the bathrooms if he had cast the very spell inside the castle's corridors. He smiled and moved the wand toward his mouth, gaping his mouth open so he wouldn't touch his wand with his lips. The water was good, and fresh. He drunk for a solid minute before repeating the spell and jerking his arm upwards to create a steady streak of water to fall down upon him. The cool water cooled him down. With the wind, it felt perfect. His breathing stabilized, and he became happy and had the widest grin on his face.
There he was. Kastian Gareth Brennan, nephew of the transfiguration teacher, and son of pure-blood socialites drenched in water and sweat. His hair was no longer wild and flat due to the water, and his clothes became drenched. He stood under the stream of water and held the wand above his head for a few moments before he ended the spell and sheathed his wand. He was now standing in a puddle. He smiled and sat down on a nearby bench, making a trail of water across the cement of the courtyard. Though, he probably would regret getting is jacket drenched later. He wanted a new distraction, something to keep him occupied for the next several moments.
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