My Good Side (c)
Mar 5, 2017 20:28:01 GMT
Post by jovian rowle on Mar 5, 2017 20:28:01 GMT
Jovian wasn't the type to go to the kitchens between meals. He ate like a bird and thought eating in the Great Hall was rather sloppy - he would prefer if it were at a proper table, with silver encrusted cutlery and platinum candle holders like he was used to. It was around eight o'clock in the evening and it wasn't his turn to do prefect duties tonight. With an hour left before curfew and his stomach unsettled, he decided to go to the kitchens to try and get a cup of tea. There was no way he was going to admit to having the pain in his stomach; feeling as though that was unsightly, so he hoped that no other students would be there.
Fortunately, there wasn't.
The house elves asked young sir what he wanted, and they promptly got to it. Jovian didn't like house elves. He felt as though their unwavering loyalty to humans and high-pitched squeaking was unappealing, and that far too many witches and wizards felt sorry for them nowadays. Whatever. They would always be beneath him, as far as he was concerned.
He slipped into a stool before the kitchen counters and spotted a copy of The Daily Prophet nearby. He felt a tick of annoyance when he saw the Potters a few pages in, and decided to shut it after all. The whole lot of that family greatly irked him. Just when his tea was delivered with a small, heart-shaped ginger biscuit; there was movement from the portrait hole and someone else was coming through to the kitchen.
Jovian looked over his shoulder, anticipating someone he didn't want to see. But then, he was pleasant surprised...
"Professor?"
raven carter
Fortunately, there wasn't.
The house elves asked young sir what he wanted, and they promptly got to it. Jovian didn't like house elves. He felt as though their unwavering loyalty to humans and high-pitched squeaking was unappealing, and that far too many witches and wizards felt sorry for them nowadays. Whatever. They would always be beneath him, as far as he was concerned.
He slipped into a stool before the kitchen counters and spotted a copy of The Daily Prophet nearby. He felt a tick of annoyance when he saw the Potters a few pages in, and decided to shut it after all. The whole lot of that family greatly irked him. Just when his tea was delivered with a small, heart-shaped ginger biscuit; there was movement from the portrait hole and someone else was coming through to the kitchen.
Jovian looked over his shoulder, anticipating someone he didn't want to see. But then, he was pleasant surprised...
"Professor?"
raven carter