Fire and Ice [Edmund,Ares] Dec 11, 2016 15:27:25 GMT -6
Post by APOLLO KASTOR on Dec 11, 2016 15:27:25 GMT -6
Apollo was home for the holiday. He was still unsure as to whether or not he was glad about this. On one hand, he and Cora couldn't push one another down the stairs if they were not together, on the other he kind of enjoyed pushing her down the stairs. Thus, he was conflicted. There was also the fact that all his time had to be spent with Ares or Edmund unless he wanted to hang out alone. It was remarkably boring, and he had tried to go see Athena once only to discover she wasn't there and hadn't been for a while. Where the heck was she? Oh well, he left her gift on a table and then scuttled back off before her roommate tried to converse with him too much. He wasn't sure about her, she was odd, and so he was just going to run back off home. Only to remember Ares had kicked him out into the snow earlier. That was rude, but he supposed he was old enough to wander the streets. Still, he didn't want to wander the streets so he was going to have to just sneak back in. Thus, he climbed up onto the roof and into his unlocked bedroom window before sneaking off to where all the books were kept. He was going to try his best to not get caught, but if he was then he had enough of an explanation that he wasn't particularly worried.
Why wouldn't he want to know about fiendfyre? He'd been pretty emotionally and physically scarred by it twice now, and so he wanted to know more about it. That required reading up on it, and being that it was considered dark arts, that required reading up on the dark arts. He was even in dark arts theory for that reason. He wasn't sure he had any intention of taking it once he hit his sixth year, but he was taking it this year. He was pretty sure if Ares knew he didn't approve, but he also didn't really care all that much. Thus, he picked up the book and went back out the window to sit on the roof so that he could avoid being found for longer than if he was sitting in the room. Sure, it was only a matter of time, but still he was going to try and drag it out as long as possible. Of course, it was probably only about an hour when he heard the door click open. Maybe he should just throw the book into a tree and pretend to be doing something else. The problem was that he had three or four books open near him, so hiding them all was probably out of the question, not to mention he wouldn't be able to explain why he was just sitting on the roof staring off into the distance. Or explain what he just threw into a shrub. Maybe he would just say he was doing homework research.
ARES NIKOLAS KASTOR , @edmund