Post by ryder on Jul 12, 2011 11:49:47 GMT -8
wednesday, september 7, 2011 – 1:30 am
saving victims from the wreckage of our wild affairs.Everything about the castle at night seemed to be a complete 180 from during the day. At least, at this time of night. Most students were tucked in their beds, or perhaps studying in their common rooms. Things in the halls were quiet for the most part. Of course, he had no desire to be a good little wizard that night. Certainly, he was quiet enough for now, but that was bound to change. The trio had made it to the roof rather easily, and here was where the fun began. From their positions on adjacent roofs, they each began to move. He took off running, broom in hand, a smirk plastered to his face in anticipation. His shoes made a slight noise against the tiles of the rooftop as he sprinted across. Nobody in the building or on the ground would be able to hear him, he assumed. In the moonlight, it was difficult to see the roofing beneath him, but he was far enough from the edge not to worry. He finally slowed, somewhere just above the Great Hall by now, he imagined. This location would be perfect. After muttering, "Lumos," his wand quickly lit up. It was accompanied by two others across the rooftops.
The time was right, he could practically feel it. But how to communicate that with his comrades? He quickly unloaded the dingy rucksack that was tossed over his shoulders, placing it next to him before drawing out a handful of packages. Ryder frowned slightly for a moment, before once more illuminating his wand and waving it in a sort of air-traffic method. The others took their own time before they were all waving their wands in the same fashion. "Let's get this show started," he murmured to himself. He quickly lit the first package, tossing it into the air and giving it some space. It exploded into an almost nonexistent trail, which moved about in the air. The sight wasn't what was supposed to be getting attention – no, that was the noise. There was an explosion, similar to a gunshot, that was loud enough to echo off of the sides of the castle. A smile once more passed across his face. That was sure to gain him some viewers, as students awoke and clamored to windows. One of the others on the rooftops set off another one, aimed towards the opposite direction.
From there, the spectacle grew. By this time, the sixth year was certain that he had at least a bit of an audience. Granted, most of it probably came from professors wondering what the hell was going on, but even that was success in itself. He slowly counted down before lighting the next package. Fireworks. He had said he wanted the year to start with a bang. That was exactly what he intended to do. A large lion shot from the end of the package, constructed from pinpoints of firework light. It tossed its mane before roaring. The others continued to light their own packages, producing spinning wheels and swirling bursts of light. They had already planned how long the display would be, and after getting caught out after curfew previously, Ryder had absolutely no intention of a repeat. He lit his final package, a unicorn that dashed briefly across the sky. His hands curled around his broom as he hoisted his rucksack back over his shoulders. His work was done. He had just launched himself into the air when the last firework went off, and he froze instantly. It produced lines of large, flowing handwriting. "Welcome back!" It was then followed by their names.
"Merlin's beard! What the hell was he thinking, putting that one in there?" Ryder knew that firework – he had specifically told the other student not to use it. He had wanted to throw it out, but he wasn't entirely sure how to safely do so. It pinpointed it back to them. It made sure that people knew who they were. Certainly, he wasn't opposed to the attention, but that wasn't the way he wanted it. He quickly shook his head. Was he surrounded by idiots? It would appear so. He finally dove close to the ground, his feet planting. He barely even had moved his broom before he was running, his shoes slapping the cobblestones. He had specifically told his housemates to leave the windows of the tower open, so why hadn't he gone that way? Maybe he could just wait it out and then return for the night. Yes, that would do. He nodded slightly, before he heard a noise. He was no longer alone. He quickly ducked behind one of the arched ledges, trying to cling to his bag to prevent it from making noise. Getting caught this often would mean he was losing his touch, and this far in the game, Ryder O'Callaghan did not want to lose his touch.tag: open! | words: who cares? | lyrics: calling all cops by motion city soundtrack. | notes: i don't bite, i swear.