Post by Peter Fai on Jan 24, 2012 13:55:26 GMT -6
Peter Fai limped into the great hall. A flask in his hand which he took a sip from every few steps. He had on a pair of jeans, a torn shirt that was stained from last nights bar fight, and a old black clock that was fading into a grey. He hadn't shaved...or bathed come to think of it, since a night ago. He stood in the middle of the great hall and looked up at where the teachers usually sat. It was late afternoon, about two hours before dinner would start. There where only a hand full of students in the great hall who, he noticed where staring at him. He snickered and looked at each of them. The students fletched and looked away.
The last time he was in the great hall was on the last day of his seventh year. He remembered it being...bigger and happier. Peter looked up at the ceiling. The gloomy feeling must be coming from the rain outside. It had left a grey gloomy cloud overhead on the ceiling.
Peter was here for one reason and one reason only, to take his son home. Though in his buzzed state of mind, locating him would be difficult. So, Peter was prepared to sit in the great hall all night until his son showed up. Peter sat down at the nearest table, not realizing it was the ravenclaw table. He watched as the students left the great hall in a hurry. He chuckled to himself not realizing that they where getting a teacher. Peter held the flask to his mouth and drank heavily from the firewhiskey that he had placed in the flask last night for this occasion.
Peter sighed. Sitting here was getting boring, especially since his attention span was the size of a two year olds. He wondered when his son would show up so that he can leave. He wanted to go soon that way when they got home Airous would clean the house and he would go out to the bar with some of his friends to watch a Quidditch game. He suddenly felt someone behind him and looked up. The group of students where back and they brought a few extra people with them. Peter let out a drunken hiccup.
The last time he was in the great hall was on the last day of his seventh year. He remembered it being...bigger and happier. Peter looked up at the ceiling. The gloomy feeling must be coming from the rain outside. It had left a grey gloomy cloud overhead on the ceiling.
Peter was here for one reason and one reason only, to take his son home. Though in his buzzed state of mind, locating him would be difficult. So, Peter was prepared to sit in the great hall all night until his son showed up. Peter sat down at the nearest table, not realizing it was the ravenclaw table. He watched as the students left the great hall in a hurry. He chuckled to himself not realizing that they where getting a teacher. Peter held the flask to his mouth and drank heavily from the firewhiskey that he had placed in the flask last night for this occasion.
Peter sighed. Sitting here was getting boring, especially since his attention span was the size of a two year olds. He wondered when his son would show up so that he can leave. He wanted to go soon that way when they got home Airous would clean the house and he would go out to the bar with some of his friends to watch a Quidditch game. He suddenly felt someone behind him and looked up. The group of students where back and they brought a few extra people with them. Peter let out a drunken hiccup.