Sharknado// Remy-Leo-John
Dual tone eyes squinted at the darkened sky above, a frown souring the Cajun’s lips. Something was brewing and Remy knew instinctively that it wasn’t a good thing. He pushed himself from the wall he had been leaning upon and moved outside of the castle, intent on heading towards the Quidditch pitch. He needed to find any lingering students and get them inside quickly if his gut was to be trusted. And it usually was.
The cards were lucky in that there should be no teams practicing on the pitch so either a lone student or two would be flying about or a couple would be sneaking off for some alone time or... well, whatever else one wanted to do for privacy.
As he walked, he noticed the clouds getting darker and could feel the low, cool winds sweep through his hair. A sense of urgency quickened his pace and soon he reached his destination.
“Anyone be out horsin’ around?” He called as he set his hands on his hips, scanning the area for any signs of life. “Bad storm be formin’, gotta get back t’ the castle.”