Post by laurent dawlish on May 13, 2010 1:10:21 GMT
and this is our decision
TO LIVE FAST & DIE YOUNG. NOW LETS HAVE SOME FUN.
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It was Tuesday. A very normal Tuesday, except for one thing. Laurent in the library. You see, this was very abnormal. Incredibly abnormal, actually. Not that the boy didn’t read, no, not at all. He was actually quite literate and enjoyed perusing novels at his leisure. However he did not frequent the library, preferring the comfort of the Slytherin common room to the . . . public area . . . of the library. Ew. But what was far more interesting is just why Laurent was in the library.
The shenanigans Laurent managed to get himself in to were never ending, but this one was definitely climbing the charts as “most interesting”. You see, Laurent found himself in his boxers, stranded in the very quiet depths of the library. Now, most of the students were aware that Laurent missing one or two pieces of his ensemble was actually not out of the ordinary. (The boy had a tendency to remove his clothes in the presence of females . . . he was working on it.) But this time Laurent was down to nothing except a heather gray teeshirt and his boxers, which might not have been a problem, but he’d have to cross the entire castle without being caught to retrieve his clothes. Curse the common rooms for being so far away. And by being “caught”, he didn’t mean being seen by the students—no, that was something Laurent wouldn’t have minded at all, rather he’d have glorified his walk back to his dorm. However, being seen by a teacher would mean a detention, which wasn’t the worst punishment, but he really wasn’t too keen on how many points they’d deduct from Slytherin, probably nothing less than fifty, and that would reflect on the whole house, which would cause problems. And Laurent had no intention of becoming public enemy #1. And the fact that he’d been in detention in the recent past wasn’t helpful either. Last thing he needed was any sort of authority on his case, or worse, them notifying his father. His father was the last person on earth anyone wanted to anger, that was for sure.
How Laurent go to be in this predicament was far more amusing. He and a few of the other Slytherin boys had been thoroughly bored, as classes were still quite easy this early in the semester, and Laurent had convinced them to play poker . . . in the library. But you see, regular card games were quite dull. So they decided to play strip poker. Thus they had hidden themselves back in the stacks, and commenced a very rousing game of cards which quickly got a bit out of hand once the clothes started coming off. Of course this had lead to laughter and they’d gotten too loud, attracting the attention of some of the students in the library, one of them a young prefect. Of course the brat (probably a dirty muggleborn) went off to tattle on them, leaving them to gather up their clothes and run. However Laurent hadn’t been quite quick enough because one of the girls, with a wink and a laugh, grabbed his clothes and ran, leaving him with a messy pile of cards and his uniform shoes, which really didn’t help him much, seeing as he didn’t have his wand to configure them into clothes. (That was part of the rules of course, no magic, no wands to tempt you.)
Fantastic, really.
So now Laurent was pressed up against one of the furthermost corners of the stacks, hidden as much as he could possibly be. He didn’t dare move much, as the stacks were built perpendicular to the front of the library where the librarian was located, and if he left the back corner of the library he was sure to be seen. He definitely was a site to see, a bit lost for words at being outplayed . . . by a girl of all people. He hadn’t been stranded long, but he was getting impatient, and was weighing his options, debating on whether just making a run for it was worth being trailed all the way to the common room. Or detention. He probably could have just make a break for it, had the other Slytherins not just done the same thing. The entire library had been disturbed and it had taken the librarian almost twenty minutes to quiet the amused student body down again.
At least one good thing would come of this. They’d be legends tomorrow.
But right now he needed to get out, clothed. He sincerely hoped that whoever found him would take pity on him—because he knew if it was someone like Potter and company, he was beyond any sort of help. Ugh.
