Clockwork Kids
Oct 19, 2014 16:13:45 GMT
Post by Jacob Scarbore on Oct 19, 2014 16:13:45 GMT
Jacob hung dangerously from a wooden beam over the turning gears of the clock. All he wanted was a closer look. Jacob pulled himself up onto the beam and balanced dangerously as he took out his wand.
"Accio parchment" Jacob cast and a long ream of the desired material came hurling towards him. A pencil was stuck to the parchment with chewing gum the Jacob promptly tore off and threw over his shoulder, keeping the pencil. The Gryffindor tapped the writing utensil against his lips in contemplation before scratching a few notes and quickly sketched the gear in front of him before scampering more like a squirrel than a boy to the next gear, this one was higher by about four feet and sat next to a part of the wall that still had scorch marks presumably from the war.
Jacob momentarily broke his concentration from the gears to observe the marks thinking of his uncles and aunts who had fought. His father was to timid a man to have fought but he protested the war and Voldemort's hold which was unusual for such a wealthy well known family as the Scarbore. His mothers family had been split because of the war. The younger generation vehemently opposing the Dark Lord while some of the elders had actually been death eaters. It all seemed silly to Joeseph. Not the death or chaos, but that anyone could think they had the power to suppress an entire people such as wizards. It was highly unrealistic.
That was when Jacob noticed a glimpse of blond hair from in between the cracks in the wall. It was a welcomed distraction from Jacob's grim thought about the war, but an alarming one all the same. Thinking it was perhaps a teacher, Jacob scrambled across the narrow, rickety beams to the one that oversaw the entrance to the clock tower. Perhaps if the person came in to look around, Jacob could slip out behind them. The Gryffindor held his breath, ready to swing down to his escape as the door opened.
@rosaline
"Accio parchment" Jacob cast and a long ream of the desired material came hurling towards him. A pencil was stuck to the parchment with chewing gum the Jacob promptly tore off and threw over his shoulder, keeping the pencil. The Gryffindor tapped the writing utensil against his lips in contemplation before scratching a few notes and quickly sketched the gear in front of him before scampering more like a squirrel than a boy to the next gear, this one was higher by about four feet and sat next to a part of the wall that still had scorch marks presumably from the war.
Jacob momentarily broke his concentration from the gears to observe the marks thinking of his uncles and aunts who had fought. His father was to timid a man to have fought but he protested the war and Voldemort's hold which was unusual for such a wealthy well known family as the Scarbore. His mothers family had been split because of the war. The younger generation vehemently opposing the Dark Lord while some of the elders had actually been death eaters. It all seemed silly to Joeseph. Not the death or chaos, but that anyone could think they had the power to suppress an entire people such as wizards. It was highly unrealistic.
That was when Jacob noticed a glimpse of blond hair from in between the cracks in the wall. It was a welcomed distraction from Jacob's grim thought about the war, but an alarming one all the same. Thinking it was perhaps a teacher, Jacob scrambled across the narrow, rickety beams to the one that oversaw the entrance to the clock tower. Perhaps if the person came in to look around, Jacob could slip out behind them. The Gryffindor held his breath, ready to swing down to his escape as the door opened.
@rosaline
