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Post by Evan Rosier on Oct 16, 2010 12:29:25 GMT -8
Rosier walked silently through the dungeon hallways, his stride purposeful and brisk. He would never go anywhere within the school unless he was sure of the way head of time, hesitation showed weakness, and he wasn't going to be seem milling about like some half-witted Hufflepuff. The winding Dungeon corridors had been difficult to navigate at first, after all, the walls were sparsely decorated, and made so that it gave very little in the way of directional landmarks. As a matter of fact, most students could spend their entire Hogwarts careers without knowing anything about the dungeons but how to get to the Potions lab and back out. But Rosier was a Slytherin, and the dungeons were indisputably snake territory - it would have been shameful if he hadn't learned the exact layout of the area, how could he call himself a Slytherin if he was found lost down here? The thought was mortifying.
So he'd taken the time to very thoroughly investigate the dark area, and with only a few questions flown to his father about the details, he was satisfied by the end of his first year that he knew as much, if not more, about this place than even the elder snakes. It was toward the end of his first year, in fact, that he'd learned the whereabouts of the Hogwarts kitchens. This discovery was very fortunate for him, in fact, since as much as he hated those stupid, bug-eyed little rats they called House Elves, he hated having to eat around all of those equally disgusting beasts better known as his classmates. At home, mealtimes were very ritualistic. There was very little talking, and even then it was of particularly meaningful matters. In the Great Hall, it was a free for all eating frenzy. Loud, sloppy, it drove him crazy.
For that entire year he'd barely eaten more than a few bites, and was horrified that he might have to spend the remaining six years he had at Hogwarts, starving until summer came around. To that end, the discovery of the kitchens was god sent. He could refrain from forcing too much food down in the presence of that mess in the Great Hall, then sneak down to the kitchens to have a meal in relative peace - the annoying babbling of the kitchen rats aside. That was his purpose at the moment as well. He climbed the stairs carefully, hoping not to attract the attention of any out and about students.
Slytherins he didn't have to worry about, it may come at a bit of a price, but Slytherins generally looked out for each other, in the shared goal of beating Gyffindor to the House Cup. Down here, though, in the Basement Level of Hogwarts, he had the issue of being discovered by a Hufflepuff - as embarrassing as that would be. True, he wasn't Out of Bounds, yet, but that wouldn't stop the looks he'd get. Nope, best to keep it quiet. Barely three seconds after thinking that he heard someone moving around quite near the hall he was walking down. He stopped short, and tried to listen to where it was coming from and where it was headed. Toward him, of course. Where else? And there was no sign of an alcove or anything to shield him form view. Nothing else to do (except retreat, but he'd never done that, and was sure he never would), he stood want waited to see who it was who was going to see him so obviously out of place. If he was lucky he could frighten the person into keeping quiet. If he was lucky...
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