Post by Kael Adams H6 on Dec 14, 2007 20:27:43 GMT -5
He was nervous. It was stupid, utterly ridiculous in fact, but that didn’t change the fact that he really was so very nervous about what was to happen in less than an hour. Why had he gotten ready so early again? His eyes scanned his dorm room in jittery boredom, looking for anything, anything at all to amuse him, and fell on Lynnette’s sweater. Ah, of course. His sisters fault, naturally. She had been worse than him, if such a thing was possible. She treated him like her personal doll to dress up, even going so far as to style his hair for him. The spiked hair did suit him though, as Lynnette had proved on various occasions. His twin had had plans of her own for the Hogsmeade visit that had been planned and so had insisted on starting to get him ready five hours before the actual date. He’d been forced to suffer through torture at his sisters hands and he could only hope that Adrina appreciated the end result. If she didn’t then, whether he liked her or not, Kael swore that he would never speak to her again.
What had his sister done in four hours of work, you might ask. There had been six changes of Kael’s hairstyle – including her using magic to streak his hair with different colours before deciding that she had better take notice of Kael’s death glare and return his hair to its normal dark brown – before she had settled on the spikes. Then there had been the picking of the clothes. It had been bad enough for his sister to be rifling through his trunk and throwing his clothes on the floor in disgust but Lynne didn’t just stop there. When had she ever stopped before embarrassing him completely? She just had to send an owl to Vic in the middle of the decision, complete with photographs of him unwillingly modelling various outfits , and wait two hours for her response. During those two long hours, he’d had to threaten Lynnette with ruining her next date just to keep her and her nail polish away from his hands. Kael didn’t care how clear the nail polish was – he didn’t want it on his fingernails!
It had been halfway through the second hour of waiting for Vic’s reply that Kael’s patience toward his sisters antic had really started to decrease rapidly. Her exuberance had been annoying him for hours and his temper finally snapped. He had pushed her out of the common room forcefully, ignoring a few interested looks from his housemates, and left in the corridors, only to return to his dorm room and discover that she had left her yellow sweater behind and an owl was waiting at the window for him. Taking Vic’s personal choice of clothing – if there was one thing that woman knew, it was how to dress Kael up nicely (and no, he didn’t want to share the story behind how he knew that for certain) – Kael was now wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white button up shirt, pulling a black jacket on over the shirt so that he wouldn’t get too cold. His shoes were his usual pair of converse, but with the scuff marks cleaned off. Well, he had told Adrina to dress smart-casual so he figured he should follow the same dress code.
It was finally time. Kael felt like falling to his knees and thanking whoever was out there wouldn’t have been enough to express his gratitude. It was time to go and he hadn’t even starting pacing out of worried boredom yet. Realising that he had just wasted five minutes practically smirking about the fact that he hadn’t yet started to pace, Kael cursed and headed for the water fountains at a run, only stopping for a detour to the kitchen to pick up a few items that he had arranged to be ready for him. He wasn’t sure if it was a good sign that Adrina hadn’t arrived yet and he didn’t really care so long as she showed up.
What had his sister done in four hours of work, you might ask. There had been six changes of Kael’s hairstyle – including her using magic to streak his hair with different colours before deciding that she had better take notice of Kael’s death glare and return his hair to its normal dark brown – before she had settled on the spikes. Then there had been the picking of the clothes. It had been bad enough for his sister to be rifling through his trunk and throwing his clothes on the floor in disgust but Lynne didn’t just stop there. When had she ever stopped before embarrassing him completely? She just had to send an owl to Vic in the middle of the decision, complete with photographs of him unwillingly modelling various outfits , and wait two hours for her response. During those two long hours, he’d had to threaten Lynnette with ruining her next date just to keep her and her nail polish away from his hands. Kael didn’t care how clear the nail polish was – he didn’t want it on his fingernails!
It had been halfway through the second hour of waiting for Vic’s reply that Kael’s patience toward his sisters antic had really started to decrease rapidly. Her exuberance had been annoying him for hours and his temper finally snapped. He had pushed her out of the common room forcefully, ignoring a few interested looks from his housemates, and left in the corridors, only to return to his dorm room and discover that she had left her yellow sweater behind and an owl was waiting at the window for him. Taking Vic’s personal choice of clothing – if there was one thing that woman knew, it was how to dress Kael up nicely (and no, he didn’t want to share the story behind how he knew that for certain) – Kael was now wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white button up shirt, pulling a black jacket on over the shirt so that he wouldn’t get too cold. His shoes were his usual pair of converse, but with the scuff marks cleaned off. Well, he had told Adrina to dress smart-casual so he figured he should follow the same dress code.
It was finally time. Kael felt like falling to his knees and thanking whoever was out there wouldn’t have been enough to express his gratitude. It was time to go and he hadn’t even starting pacing out of worried boredom yet. Realising that he had just wasted five minutes practically smirking about the fact that he hadn’t yet started to pace, Kael cursed and headed for the water fountains at a run, only stopping for a detour to the kitchen to pick up a few items that he had arranged to be ready for him. He wasn’t sure if it was a good sign that Adrina hadn’t arrived yet and he didn’t really care so long as she showed up.