Rocky Road, and Day Dreams {{Open}}

Rocky Road, and Day Dreams {{Open}} Apr 7, 2011 20:34:32 GMT -5

Post by christian on Apr 7, 2011 20:34:32 GMT -5

The day had been long, and highly boring. Nothing at all was going on, and his mind was dripping with the puddles of mush that boredom had brought to him. He had seen the book shop, and spent hours looking through some of the better reading tomes that the establishment had to offer. Yet, he did not buy anything because in the end nothing would grab his attention. He had went in to look at the new owls, and left with nothing more than a new bite mark on his index finger. He had wrapped it with a little bandage to stop the bleeding. He had taken dinner alone in one of the small cafe shops, but it was tasteless, and drab. His eyes had gone over the menu three times before he picked out a simple soup and grilled cheese. The soup was hot water, and the sandwich was more like chilled grease than grilled cheese. It seemed that Christian's life was more filled with complaints this day, than any real joy of being out in the beginning of Summer alone... and sitting on a bench in Diagon Alley.

Most of the crowd had thinned out, and left for the night. Christian, however, found his bum firmly planted on a bench with a butter pecan ice cream float resting on his knee. A small dab had landed on his blue jean pants, and a smudge was left behind on his bottom lip. His hair dropped in his eyes as he watched a group of people move from Daigon Alley out through the secret opening to the Leaky Cauldron beyond. Christian thought he might follow, but then decided he wouldn't. What was there to do out there, out in London where the rain dropped from the gray sky even this early into Summer. He sighed, and looked away to the opening of Knockturn just down the walkway. He wanted to venture down into the dark corridors of Knockturn Alley, but he knew he would not. There was nothing down there, that he knew of, that could interest him. It was merely a ho-hum day, and one he just wished to get over with... but he was still bored.

His eyes turned to the display at Slug and Jigger's. One of the crawlies were escaping a small vial again, and a large man was trying to capture it and replace the lid. Christian watched as half the display fell over as the man's overly large butt knocked into a stack of clear vials. The man's hands danced over his head as he tripped to capture the entire stack in his grasp, but failed miserably. The vials collided with a set of bowls that held various dried herbs. All in all the display collapsed around the man, and the insect he was originally tying to catch was perched directly on the man's head. Christian did not laugh, his eyes were far away. He was thinking again, as so often he did on such occasions.

Outside Diagon Alley, the rain fell down in London. The sky parted and dropped buckets of water down on the sleepy city, and the occupants of the Leaky Cauldron watched from dirty windows. Inside the Wizarding Alley, perched on a bench outside of Florean and Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, Christian was thinking. His eyes distant through his dark bangs. His ice cream float forgotten on his knee, the drop on his pant's leg already melting into a wet circle. The smudge remained on his lower lip, even as he forgot where he was, when he was, and who he was for several moments. His mind worked feverishly inside his head, his eyes ticking away slightly right to left in a fast spasm of thought, and his lips moved as if he was reading words from a text. Otherwise, Christian Miller was not home.

Tag: Very Open
Muse: Fair
Notes: Christian has a tendency to go into these little "fits" when he is in deep thought. It is almost like a seizure, but not exactly. Feel free to join in... This IS a repost from an earlier thread. I am placing this here, and opening it up for anyone to join. Please feel free to jump in here. I need to either start writing here again, or dump off all my characters and disappear... so yeah... Hope someone joins in.

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Rocky Road, and Day Dreams {{Open}}

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