Markus Duméril Hogwarts Student
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"I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath.."
Joined: Jun 2006 Gender: Male  Posts: 9 Location: Prowling through the gardens.. Karma: 0 |  | Book burning and it feels SO GOOD! (open) « Thread Started on Jun 19, 2006, 8:56pm » | |
Being that he was in a bit of a destructive mood, Markus had decided to take out his bored frustration on the poor bits of paper in the library. This sort of situation called for a nice old-fashioned bookburning, and if any blame was cast it should fall solely on the shoulders of one of the Slytherins. They were the sort who would set books on fire, not an innocent likke Gryffindor. No, they weren't supposed to have the sort of malice or anger to burn stuff to little cinders. Well, it would make it even more enjoyable to set everything ablaze.
Pulling a book off the shelf at random, he waved his wand at it sharply. "Incendio!" he cast, sending a small stream of flame out of his wand to lick at the fragile old parchment. It caught fire almost instantly, leaving him to watch the licking flames gleefully and pitch in a few more old volumes. This was most amusing...though the stench of burning paper wasn't very pleasant. For some reason, the wooden table all these books were sitting on wasn't catching fire, it didn't even have a mark in fact. Maybe it was charmed to be fire-repellant..whatever.
After about a shelf worth of literature was pitched into the blaze, he got the idea of having a hotdog roast. Quickly summoning up a package of hotdogs, he slipped them onto a thin piece of metal he found in a corner and held them over the fire. They were soon cooked to his liking. This made Markus sigh, as he wished that a fellow student, one adventurous enough to have fun setting the Hogwarts library on fire and blaming the Slytherins, would come so he could share the hotdogs.
Because after all, as most people know, a hotdog roasted over a fire of ancient books of inestimable value tastes best if you share it with someone you love. Or something like that. The saying differed from person to person, but the idea was the same, surely? Whatever. He slid one of them off and ate it happily, tossing on another novel for good measure. It wouldn't do to let the fire go out. What would be the point of it then? Nobody would ever think about the missing books...there were so many, a few would never be looked for.
And all this brought up the problem of what would happen if blame was cast on him. Though it wasn't likely if he left before anyone else came, or looked as if he were totally shocked if someone came. There was a pretty good story he could tell, if discovered. And what were they really going to do to him, anyway? Give him a couple detentions? The thought made him laugh. A detention or two was nothing, and it was absolutely worth it.
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