Post by bartholome on Mar 6, 2012 0:59:39 GMT -5
The corridor was silent, the ancient halls devoid of students and empty of the chatter that otherwise echoed through as a result of many voices rising at once as the staircases carried bodies up through the levels of the school. This corridor, however, missed the golden hue that the others were in happy possession of, its walls long since losing their allure and falling into a state of demi-disrepair as a result of the unwillingness of the students to venture forth.
It was a shame, Bartholome thought cheerfully from where he swung his legs, carefully perched atop one of the shelves, dark eyes peering intently at the burning torches that lined the hallway - the "Forbidden Corridor." It was a marvellous place to play, and would have made a great place to frighten some of the other students, or at least give them a start.
The ghost had been rather bored as of late, watching with the same kind of helplessness and frustration as the other ghosts while their school was slowly taken over by Death Eaters. He may have only been a boy, but he was just as put out as the others, unable to race through the school hallways as he once had, the students scurrying away to their common rooms for fear that the Death Eaters would punish them severely if not.
Really, Bartholome thought petulantly, it was so unfair! How could they deprive him of the only source of amusement he had? That was just the very definition of rude, and his old governess had always said that rudeness wasn't to be accepted, though she had also chided him for his more mischievous nature at the time of his actual living.
"Hulloooo!" the ghost-child called, a sour note entering his voice, though it was mostly cheerful despite it all. Perhaps he would get lucky and find a misfit student out for a late night adventure. Hopefully Peeves wouldn't catch him before he did, though.
It was a shame, Bartholome thought cheerfully from where he swung his legs, carefully perched atop one of the shelves, dark eyes peering intently at the burning torches that lined the hallway - the "Forbidden Corridor." It was a marvellous place to play, and would have made a great place to frighten some of the other students, or at least give them a start.
The ghost had been rather bored as of late, watching with the same kind of helplessness and frustration as the other ghosts while their school was slowly taken over by Death Eaters. He may have only been a boy, but he was just as put out as the others, unable to race through the school hallways as he once had, the students scurrying away to their common rooms for fear that the Death Eaters would punish them severely if not.
Really, Bartholome thought petulantly, it was so unfair! How could they deprive him of the only source of amusement he had? That was just the very definition of rude, and his old governess had always said that rudeness wasn't to be accepted, though she had also chided him for his more mischievous nature at the time of his actual living.
"Hulloooo!" the ghost-child called, a sour note entering his voice, though it was mostly cheerful despite it all. Perhaps he would get lucky and find a misfit student out for a late night adventure. Hopefully Peeves wouldn't catch him before he did, though.