Post by ALEXEI REGNAULD MONTAGUE on Oct 10, 2012 17:05:06 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] cos baby you're a firework This was so not happening. Of all the things that had the ability to go wrong it just had to be that. The whole thing was completely unbelievable and had the sixth year been foolish enough to think the whole thing some sort of a dream (which he wasn't, thank you very much) he would have dismissed it. But that was very much so not the case, things being of his mind's creation was not what it was at all. Instead he was actually in reality even though he really did want to believe it was some sort of fiction. By the looks of things something had gone terribly wrong in his attempts to travel from his home to his destination of choice. Instead of being by a hearth all warm and fuzzy, he found himself in a field. Yes, a field. A rather bleak and dismal location if he had ever seen one. And it was all very far from where he wanted to be. By all means he was going to have to have a chat with his father on getting the bloody floo system checked out. If that was even the problem in the first place. Was it possible for the floo network to throw you way, way off course? Perhaps it was something along the lines of foul play going on. Indeed, that was something that wouldn't surprise him considering how jealous those halfbreeds, blood traitors and, worse yet, mudbloods seemed to be. Though by the looks of things they could have chosen a better location if they were planning something. Proof in itself that watering down wizarding blood caused the mind to weaken. Despite what he wanted to believe, there was something unnerving about the whole scene as night began to fall. Darkening the whole landscape and allowing a chill to slowly creep in but Alexei was just barely aware of it. Even with the family pride (or more accurately pride himself) along with the general standards he had set forth with from himself, there was a single part of him that was growing nervous. In all honesty, he wasn't sure where he was and his mind was wandering to what could be hiding in the growing shadows instead of the cooler more rational behavior that his mind was trained to react as. "Only a fool would attack a Montague." He muttered to himself, touching the wand that resided in the trouser pocket of his suit. After all, there was no point in looking bad no matter where a person went. It was just terrible when a person did and he wanted it known with a mere glance that he was a young man that was not to be trifled with. A lot of good it did him out in the middle of a field though. There were very slim odds that he would even run into a person out in this God-forsaken wilderness let alone finding someone that would actually know whom he was. Indeed, that was the last time that he was going to go off from school just to get a small chance to buy somethings. If it was going to end like this every bloody time it was worth mail ordering things. But even then he had to find his way out of where ever the hell he was at the current moment and back to any form of civilization. The Slytherin's lips grew thin with distaste as he chose upon a direction and then began the unpleasant tramping that he had to do one way or another. Preferably in a quick manner before it grew altogether too dark and even with wand light he would be very much so in trouble. With any luck he'd be able to find himself a road and signal the Knight Bus to get him the hell out of here. Alexei froze mid-stride when he suddenly heard something. Something very normal by all means but he was not all together sure that he could consider it welcome until he knew who or what was the cause of them. Indeed, it was nothing more then the simple sound of footsteps. His wand appeared in his hand as they grew louder and closer. No matter what he attempted to do his heart seemed to be beating louder and louder itself as the Slytherin remained fixed on where he thought the sound was coming from. Not knowing whether to expect friend or foe. Perhaps he was right in thinking what he had. Perhaps the whole thing was a trap after all. What he was going to do, he did not know but the fact of the matter was that nothing could have prepared him for what did appear. Indeed, he found himself in a state of shock. come on let your colours burst |
