Post by Andrew Philip Carmichael on Mar 15, 2014 7:04:16 GMT -5
Andrew plopped into his plush cushion, the one he'd sat on for so many years now it was practically reserved for him. They knew him here at Flourish and Blott's, they knew him only too well. He was the sort who sat in one corner and read any book he could get his hands on, never buying any though. They'd given up on trying to scare him away as a kid, and had grown rather attached to him.
Andrew used his brother's books, there wasn't any need for any for school. And he didn't mind. He was alright with libraries, or second hand, books were books and usually the older models were more interesting. The scribbles on pages, the little foot-notes made by previous owners.. it made the journey through the pages even more exciting. Yes, he's an odd sort.
Having escaped through floo, which he usually did, and was allowed to do for most part, he was ready to enjoy his afternoon, reading up on trolls maybe, or giants. Then why did he feel so, incredibly, bored.
Oh no.
It had started.
Andrew Carmichael was lonely.
How peachy, he thought. After literally running out of a house full of people, he was now lonely. He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling as if cursing the god who was playing this prank on him. He brought his head back to bang slightly on the board behind.
Bump.
Bump.
Bump.
"OH make it sto-ohp-", he breathed out, hardly noticing that his unsaid prayers so to speak had been duly answered. Someone was looking right at him quite amused.
Andrew used his brother's books, there wasn't any need for any for school. And he didn't mind. He was alright with libraries, or second hand, books were books and usually the older models were more interesting. The scribbles on pages, the little foot-notes made by previous owners.. it made the journey through the pages even more exciting. Yes, he's an odd sort.
Having escaped through floo, which he usually did, and was allowed to do for most part, he was ready to enjoy his afternoon, reading up on trolls maybe, or giants. Then why did he feel so, incredibly, bored.
Oh no.
It had started.
Andrew Carmichael was lonely.
How peachy, he thought. After literally running out of a house full of people, he was now lonely. He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling as if cursing the god who was playing this prank on him. He brought his head back to bang slightly on the board behind.
Bump.
Bump.
Bump.
"OH make it sto-ohp-", he breathed out, hardly noticing that his unsaid prayers so to speak had been duly answered. Someone was looking right at him quite amused.
