Title: Right -Beneath- My [S k i n]
sebastian greyback - September 16, 2007 07:11 PM (GMT)
Shaking his body like a wet dog, Sebastian frowned, his brows furrowed. He was not at all in a good mood. You wouldn't be either if a toilet just exploded on you. Yes. A fucking toilet. The boy practically had steam coming out of his ears but his whole body was soaked and his robes were dripping. There was no doubt the boy was pissed, his eyes shone with a dangerous light as he trudged down the hall. Classes had just finished up that evening so the corridors were packed. People were staring at him curious as to why he was so wet no doubt. It wasn't raining so there was no real explanation he could give other than what happened. His drenched brown locks stuck annoyingly in his eyes, the strands slowly dripping steadily. He really did look like a wet dog and he was pretty sure he smelt like one.
Sebastian wasn't one to care about his appearance. He did what he wanted, when he wanted, and he could care less what anyone thought. But he didn't take well to being set up for an explosion of toilet water. Some would think it was accidental, but Bastian knew better. It was either Peeves or one of those damn pransters running about Hogwarts. The Gryffindors were the worst, though he wasn't one to judge. Well, he was but he judged everyone the same. He hated everyone the same. If I find who the fuck did this...not only am I shoving my foot so far up his ass he'll be tasting foot for a week, but I'll stun his ass and drown him in that fucking toilet... he mused to himself as he walked, his wet robes trailing on the ground leaving a water behind.
He was definitely on the war path and everyone knew it. Sebastian was a fairly tall fellow, he took long strides through the halls. It was just how he walked, but when he got behind a group of chattering Hufflepuff boys, he frowned, slowing down for only an instant before shoving them out of the way. Behind him, the boy heard books hit the floor but he didn't care. It wasn't the worst thing he could have done. He could have just hexed them and been on his way. He walked past a few girls that were whispering, a low growl emitting from his slightly parted lips and they immediately stopped.
Who ever was to get in his way this evening was in for some trouble whether they meant it or not, that was for sure. Passing a random ravenclaw, nose stuck in a book, Sebastian tripped him as he was going by. All of this was making him feel a bit better, though a scowl still was plastered on his features as he brushed some wet hair from his eyes and continued making his way down the corridor.