Post by Dresden Faust on Jan 22, 2012 19:43:07 GMT -8
November 3, 2011 – Takes Place After Just Good Business
9:45 p.m.
The walk back to the castle had honestly been the longest walk of his life. When he had set out to see Renn earlier in the night he could honestly say it was not with the expectation of being told that she never wanted to see him again. The worst part was, he didn’t even know why… Had he said something at some point that she had taken offense to? Did she finally decide he was too dangerous to be around what with him studying Dark Arts and all? Honestly, that wouldn’t be the first time that had happened. Even though it was becoming slightly more acceptable, here in Britain most people still considered anyone dealing in Dark Arts to be the scum of the earth.
He let out a soft sigh and continued his slow zombie like walk through the main gates. Heh, who was he kidding, even zombies had more emotion than he was currently showing. Really if the professor stopped to think about it, he was stuck in a mind numbing daze. Merlin he needed a drink; or a few drinks rather… he needed to forget everything for awhile and since he didn’t want to run into any of his colleagues, Dres figured hiding out in his dorm was a no go, so instead, the professor headed up to his office. Once there he shut the door and sat behind his desk, summoning a bottle of whiskey to him and transfiguring some unfortunate students essay into a glass. He poured himself a glass and shot it back without much thought, coughing slightly as the liquid burned its way down.
Deep down Dres knew that drinking himself into a stupor wasn’t going to do him any good considering he had classes in the morning, but at the moment he couldn’t bring himself to care. He also knew that he should probably talk to someone about what happened but honestly, he didn’t think he could do that without turning into a sobbing idiot. He shot back another glass of whiskey and poured himself another. Once done he leaned back into his chair, letting the glass of whiskey rest on his chest as he let his gaze rest on the floor, wanting nothing more than to forget the events of the night.
9:45 p.m.
The walk back to the castle had honestly been the longest walk of his life. When he had set out to see Renn earlier in the night he could honestly say it was not with the expectation of being told that she never wanted to see him again. The worst part was, he didn’t even know why… Had he said something at some point that she had taken offense to? Did she finally decide he was too dangerous to be around what with him studying Dark Arts and all? Honestly, that wouldn’t be the first time that had happened. Even though it was becoming slightly more acceptable, here in Britain most people still considered anyone dealing in Dark Arts to be the scum of the earth.
He let out a soft sigh and continued his slow zombie like walk through the main gates. Heh, who was he kidding, even zombies had more emotion than he was currently showing. Really if the professor stopped to think about it, he was stuck in a mind numbing daze. Merlin he needed a drink; or a few drinks rather… he needed to forget everything for awhile and since he didn’t want to run into any of his colleagues, Dres figured hiding out in his dorm was a no go, so instead, the professor headed up to his office. Once there he shut the door and sat behind his desk, summoning a bottle of whiskey to him and transfiguring some unfortunate students essay into a glass. He poured himself a glass and shot it back without much thought, coughing slightly as the liquid burned its way down.
Deep down Dres knew that drinking himself into a stupor wasn’t going to do him any good considering he had classes in the morning, but at the moment he couldn’t bring himself to care. He also knew that he should probably talk to someone about what happened but honestly, he didn’t think he could do that without turning into a sobbing idiot. He shot back another glass of whiskey and poured himself another. Once done he leaned back into his chair, letting the glass of whiskey rest on his chest as he let his gaze rest on the floor, wanting nothing more than to forget the events of the night.