This _is_ my happy face Dec 10, 2007 23:59:53 GMT -5
Post by Jonas Predgrad on Dec 10, 2007 23:59:53 GMT -5
Jonas was seated at the end of the corridor, staring at the book in his hands with a cigarrett hanging from his mouth. He was the head of Gryphon dorm, as such it was his job to watch the halls, at least for the first part of the night. Although he was supposed to sit in a different place every night, so that people wouldn't know where to expect him, he sat in his usual spot with his usual grimace. He wasn't fond of sitting around and doing nothing when he could be out doing something, terrorizing someone, or even getting something to eat.
It was past curfew, so no one was out, and he was more then a little annoyed with the general public. He'd been feeling, off, the past few days, this and that making everything seem infinitely more aggravating then it should have been. He was head of dorm, he could do what he wanted, so why had he been told by so many lately what he should do?
No he wasn't sick.
No he didn't need sleep.
No he didn't need someone with which to sleep.
No, he wasn't PMSing. He had made sure that boy wound up in hospital.
No, he wasn't just angry with the world.
So why did he want to hit every thing he could hear moving around him? The statues and armors that tended to shift at night while he was watching the dorms made him want to throw his book at them and no matter how he tried to ignore them they still distracted him. He pitied the poor first year student that had wondered out of the dorm looking for the bathrooms that were only just down the hall. It was no secret Jonas often blew up on students that left the dorm, even accidentally, and this boy had done nothing wrong. Punishments here were harsh however, and many chose Jonas over a visit to the headmaster. Something in his gut had decided the defenseless little pre-teen was his best target.
The boy had ended up crying by the time Jonas had yelled at him, flipped him upside down, and sent him skidding back to the doorway only to scramble back inside. Of course, he wasn't proud of himself, but he couldn't stand people tonight, not any of them.
He closed his book as one of the gargoyles nearby shifted and he sent the paperback sailing in it's direction. There was a satisfying thud as the book collided with the creature, only to be tossed back at his feet with a hiss. The thing wasn't happy but neither was he. Why should he give it any kind of preferential treatment? He lifted the book and slipped his hand in his pocket as he heard someone approaching, turning the wand tip toward the person.