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Post by Chestair Krakenva on Nov 8, 2011 7:33:08 GMT -5
Funny how time was irrelevant and all seemed to mold together when you had an eternity of it and little to do with it. Nearly five years into the afterlife that was the same as life but empty, and Chestair had started to recover his senses and himself, just because it was all so dull; but in a bleak and forever changed sort of way. He knew the Hogwarts castle pretty well now, better than any student confined to the physical pathways. It wasn't something he cared about anymore, but he paid attention today enough to wander here. The forbidden corridor. Not a place he usually hung out, but seeing the same scenery all the time made things even worse. Hopefully it would live up to its name and was a place to be alone.
Chess didn't really like being alone, but was not entirely ready for the opposite. He had died too recently, the kids still knew who he was, and he hadn't been everyone's favorite sixth year bully in life. It was easier to be immersed in one's own nightmarish thoughts than watch people stare. He sighed, a soft sound but loud enough in the silence, looking around for anything interesting amid the dark, dusty shapes of the abandoned area. What he needed was a distraction.. an escape..
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