Post by Imorta Thaw on Sept 20, 2007 17:31:10 GMT -8
It was a rather fresh morning by almost anybodies standards. Of course, Gen wasn't just anybody, and his standards very much lower than most people's. There was a very good reason for that. He was a thief; a streetwalker; master of the lifting-lay. Gen was a street kid that could go through any house unnoticed. He was also the boy that nobody sees sleeping on the cold earth, with not too much protection to speak of.
It wasn’t that Gen was an unsuccessful thief. He was one of the best, but he was a rather generous, and tended to give his hard earned money to those less fortunate. He got favors in return, a bit of information there, a contact here. But it was no were near what he gave. Thus, he ended up with a very shabby place to call home, and only two pairs of clothing to speak of. He was always clean though. A thief cannot afford to let his body odor give him away.
Neither can he let himself make too much noise. Gen was a practiced thief, and even as he awoke he was silent. It was more out of habit than out of fear of the fact that his roommates might wake. They slept like the dead. But staying quiet and listening for someone else wasn’t such a bad idea. Even though most wizards wouldn’t be up before the sun, there were the house elves to consider. Gen had walked in on them on his first day and had gotten quiet a scare. From then on, he had waited for them to leave, and he suspected that they left earlier so that he wouldn’t have to wait for them.
That morning, everything was quite. Gen’s well-trained ears picked up little noise from the common room. He took a deep breath before rising, shrugged on his robe, and left the dormitory after grabbing his school bag. He was leaving to practice, and doubted that he would be finished in time to return to his sleeping place.
It took him hardly any time to get to the Ravenclaw common room, and less to get out into the hall. The first time he had risen that early, he had been rather apprehensive and worried about breaking some sort of unwritten rule. But after many trips such as this, he was confident in his path, and it only took him five minutes to make his silent, and unnoticed way to an unused classroom.
“Alohomora”; the word was barely audible compared to the click that followed. Gen rolled his eyes. For all that magic was convenient, it was rather useless in his line of work. At least at the level he was at. Firstly, it took far too long to actually cast the spell, and secondly, the effect was rather loud. He sighed, and with a small shake of his head, entered the deserted room.
It was rather dusty, but only because Gen had refused to let go of his old habits and left no trace of the fact that he practiced there at all. He placed his book bag on an old table, and repeated his spell to lock the door. It could be opened with a simple spell, and Gen knew it wasn’t perfect. But it was all he could do. Besides, no one had walked in on him yet. Not that that was any reason to let his guard down.
Having locked the door, Gen took his wand again. “Wingardium Leviosa” the spell was said in the same whisper as alohamora had been. His wand had been pointing to a small closet. The antique revealed a rather large bag. Wile keeping the closet in the air, Gen took the dust free bag, and placed it carefully at the center of the room. It made absolutely no sound. Then, he turned back to the closet, and carefully directed it back to it’s original position.
By then, his breathing had quickened, and he took a moment to slow it back to normal. Spells like that still took a lot of energy, but he was slowly getting better. But Gen did not stop to gloat. He turned to the bag, and with a deep breath, clearly pronounced, “Reparo” It was a spell he had more difficulty with, but it was still faster than putting the practice dummy together by hand. Today, the model of a human took only one try to resurrect. This time Gen permitted a small smile to reach his face. It was rare that he managed to cast that spell without disturbing the many bells that hung of his subject.
And just as he smiled, his well training ears picked up a sound from behind the door. He was sure that his being there was fine, but the practice dummy was a totally different story. “Shit,” Usually, Gen didn’t swear, this was a special occasion. But instead of waiting to see if who ever it was entered the classroom, Gen whispered “Finite Incantatem” furiously. To his ears, the noise the model made as it fell apart was deafening. It wasn’t of course. And unless you were standing next to the door with your ear pressed to the wood, you were unlikely to hear it.
Biting his lip, Gen grabbed to bag and stuffed it into the closet, he could return it to it’s original hiding place later. The whole episode, took about thirty seconds. In the next thirty, Gen managed to get a charms book out and began reading about Petrificus Totalus spells.
It wasn’t that Gen was an unsuccessful thief. He was one of the best, but he was a rather generous, and tended to give his hard earned money to those less fortunate. He got favors in return, a bit of information there, a contact here. But it was no were near what he gave. Thus, he ended up with a very shabby place to call home, and only two pairs of clothing to speak of. He was always clean though. A thief cannot afford to let his body odor give him away.
Neither can he let himself make too much noise. Gen was a practiced thief, and even as he awoke he was silent. It was more out of habit than out of fear of the fact that his roommates might wake. They slept like the dead. But staying quiet and listening for someone else wasn’t such a bad idea. Even though most wizards wouldn’t be up before the sun, there were the house elves to consider. Gen had walked in on them on his first day and had gotten quiet a scare. From then on, he had waited for them to leave, and he suspected that they left earlier so that he wouldn’t have to wait for them.
That morning, everything was quite. Gen’s well-trained ears picked up little noise from the common room. He took a deep breath before rising, shrugged on his robe, and left the dormitory after grabbing his school bag. He was leaving to practice, and doubted that he would be finished in time to return to his sleeping place.
It took him hardly any time to get to the Ravenclaw common room, and less to get out into the hall. The first time he had risen that early, he had been rather apprehensive and worried about breaking some sort of unwritten rule. But after many trips such as this, he was confident in his path, and it only took him five minutes to make his silent, and unnoticed way to an unused classroom.
“Alohomora”; the word was barely audible compared to the click that followed. Gen rolled his eyes. For all that magic was convenient, it was rather useless in his line of work. At least at the level he was at. Firstly, it took far too long to actually cast the spell, and secondly, the effect was rather loud. He sighed, and with a small shake of his head, entered the deserted room.
It was rather dusty, but only because Gen had refused to let go of his old habits and left no trace of the fact that he practiced there at all. He placed his book bag on an old table, and repeated his spell to lock the door. It could be opened with a simple spell, and Gen knew it wasn’t perfect. But it was all he could do. Besides, no one had walked in on him yet. Not that that was any reason to let his guard down.
Having locked the door, Gen took his wand again. “Wingardium Leviosa” the spell was said in the same whisper as alohamora had been. His wand had been pointing to a small closet. The antique revealed a rather large bag. Wile keeping the closet in the air, Gen took the dust free bag, and placed it carefully at the center of the room. It made absolutely no sound. Then, he turned back to the closet, and carefully directed it back to it’s original position.
By then, his breathing had quickened, and he took a moment to slow it back to normal. Spells like that still took a lot of energy, but he was slowly getting better. But Gen did not stop to gloat. He turned to the bag, and with a deep breath, clearly pronounced, “Reparo” It was a spell he had more difficulty with, but it was still faster than putting the practice dummy together by hand. Today, the model of a human took only one try to resurrect. This time Gen permitted a small smile to reach his face. It was rare that he managed to cast that spell without disturbing the many bells that hung of his subject.
And just as he smiled, his well training ears picked up a sound from behind the door. He was sure that his being there was fine, but the practice dummy was a totally different story. “Shit,” Usually, Gen didn’t swear, this was a special occasion. But instead of waiting to see if who ever it was entered the classroom, Gen whispered “Finite Incantatem” furiously. To his ears, the noise the model made as it fell apart was deafening. It wasn’t of course. And unless you were standing next to the door with your ear pressed to the wood, you were unlikely to hear it.
Biting his lip, Gen grabbed to bag and stuffed it into the closet, he could return it to it’s original hiding place later. The whole episode, took about thirty seconds. In the next thirty, Gen managed to get a charms book out and began reading about Petrificus Totalus spells.
