Post by Fane Albescu on Feb 11, 2018 7:44:34 GMT
Since the day Fane came to Hogwarts as a shy but bright-eyed twelve year-old, he had always felt a certain draw to the Forbidden Forest, just as he did to any forest he came across. Many could have thought a name as ominous as “the Forbidden Forest” could have discouraged his interest, as it did for many students, but that was hardly the case. If anything, putting “forbidden” in the name may have only spurred his interest in his place; he willfully chalked it up to his mind having a mild predisposition to deviance.
He wasn’t the only one with that predisposition, either; otherwise he wouldn’t have been waiting for one Arthur Kirkland by the treeline of the forest past curfew. It hadn’t been the first time these two had snuck around in the middle of the night over the past few years -the ease in which Fane made it out of the castle undetected spoke to that- though it wasn’t often the two set their sights on the Forbidden Forest. But, when Arthur had brought a rumor about dragons in the forest to his attention, there was simply no way he could say no to a midnight excursion in search of said dragons. “Fane” and “dragons” were two things that went hand in hand, anyone that knew the half-breed knew that all too well.
So there Fane stood near the trees, dressed warmly in his oversized sweater, carrying a bag containing his camera and his copy of Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland. His wand was already in hand. If there was truly a dragon wandering about, he wasn’t going to be caught unprepared when he saw it. And if he could get a good picture of it? Or any picture at all? It’d be the talk of his Dragon’s Enthusiasts Club for weeks to come.
“Come on, Arthur…” He crossed his arms, glancing around every few seconds to make sure no one other than his friend was coming his way. “Where are you? The dragon will not be doing any of waiting if it is here…”
Arthur Kirkland , time to go dragon huntiiiing
He wasn’t the only one with that predisposition, either; otherwise he wouldn’t have been waiting for one Arthur Kirkland by the treeline of the forest past curfew. It hadn’t been the first time these two had snuck around in the middle of the night over the past few years -the ease in which Fane made it out of the castle undetected spoke to that- though it wasn’t often the two set their sights on the Forbidden Forest. But, when Arthur had brought a rumor about dragons in the forest to his attention, there was simply no way he could say no to a midnight excursion in search of said dragons. “Fane” and “dragons” were two things that went hand in hand, anyone that knew the half-breed knew that all too well.
So there Fane stood near the trees, dressed warmly in his oversized sweater, carrying a bag containing his camera and his copy of Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland. His wand was already in hand. If there was truly a dragon wandering about, he wasn’t going to be caught unprepared when he saw it. And if he could get a good picture of it? Or any picture at all? It’d be the talk of his Dragon’s Enthusiasts Club for weeks to come.
“Come on, Arthur…” He crossed his arms, glancing around every few seconds to make sure no one other than his friend was coming his way. “Where are you? The dragon will not be doing any of waiting if it is here…”
Arthur Kirkland , time to go dragon huntiiiing