Brushing his dark hair out of his bright blue eyes, he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his semi-tight black skinny jeans. Ignoring a few overly bored portraits that were yelling to try to get his attention, he continued his slow stroll around the empty corridor. Where he was going, he had no idea. He just felt like getting out of the Ravenclaw common room where everyone was doing homework and babbling about school gossip.
How on earth were there so many new things to gossip about everyday? He had had enough when a particular group of chatty girls had started speculating if someone was cheating on someone. This had been the breaking point for Warren Prosko. The boy had slammed his books shut and stormed off to his dormitory, only to have left it a few moments later when his fellow roommates seemed to be talking about their girlfriends.
He sighed loudly. Why couldn't there be people that he knew that didn't have any drama? Someone should create a spell that would dissolve drama just like that. He smiled to himself. Maybe he could create this spell? |