Post by STORM BLACKFORD on Oct 23, 2009 21:21:24 GMT -5
Kicking up red and yellow leaves that covered the ground below him, the Slytherin boy turned to look back over his shoulder. Seeing that no one had followed him out of the Common Room; he gave a sigh of relief. "Finally, time to just think without a million people talking in every duration." Stuffing his small hands into the pockets of his jacket, the boy walked more away from the castle that never stayed quiet to a spot most people would never go to; the pumpkin patch. The patch would be full at times of students looking at the many pumpkins; mostly when Halloween was not too far way. But the boy found the place to be quite calm when other chose not to be around. Moving past the many orange plants that lay by his feet, the boy soon stopped at a huge one that sat in the middle of the patch. If you looked at the large pumpkin close enough, you might think it to look like a large bean bag chair...but made from a plant. Studying the bean bag - like pumpkin, thinking that it might make a good seat for now. Climbing up on the pumpkin, the boy soon sat in the small hole, finding it not to be the most comfortable spot, but felt it would do for now. One my think if you sat on a pumpkin it might bust, but the boy, known as Storm was quite small for his age, pretty much anything could hold his weight.
Moving his fingers to a small lock of his blue colored hair, Storm played with it between his fingers. This was a bad habit; the boy was famous for playing and touching his hair all the time. He didn't know why he did it, but he guessed it was some kind of comfort feeling. It had been something he had picked up once he got a new home and a new family. "Family..." The one he had now would never replace his first one, the one he lost when he was younger. Trying to push the sadness from his mind, Storm rested his back into the pumpkin seat, closing his eyes and breathing in the Fall air around him. As he sat, he felt like he was waiting for something or someone to come around. "Maybe I am and I just don't know it yet.." The Slytherin did like meeting new people, but did keep to himself more then a normal person. Opening his left blue eye, the one that wasn't hidden under a black eye patch, Storm looked at the empty patch around him. Many had asked him before about the patch what would cover his right eye, wondering what had happened to the eye. Nothing had happened to it, it was still there, just different and not something he wanted people to see. Rare saw him without the patch, only ones that did were ones that he trusted with his life.
Waiting in the patch, Storm looked off past the pumpkins to the castle that wasn't too far away. Spotting some students around the school, wondering in coming alone to the patch was the best idea...
