Student In the Corridor || Randall and Dallas
His pockets full of the Angel's Trumpet flowers he had harvested in the Forbidden Forest, Dallas slipped back into the castle via a small door tucked into a joint between a tower and the main building. Thinking himself victorious in his little endeavor, he let his guard slip ever so slightly. He walked down the halls quietly, yes, but he wasn't so very on edge as might have been best for him. He had cast a spell on himself that alleviated him of his shadow, so he had no worries of the lighted sconces on the walls giving him away. His mood was floating in the clouds, and he felt that he would be gaining a good nights' rest that evening.
Absorbed in his triumphant mood, Dallas could hardly bring himself to notice that his gently falling footsteps were not alone until it was nearly too late. Eyes widened and mind racing, Dallas snapped himself to the shadowy side of a coat of armor as another person rounded the curve of the hall. His breathing stilled, Dallas stared as the person walked past him without so much as a glance in his direction. 'Must be a prefect,' he thought as his shoulders slumped in relief. He waited a minute after the prefect left the area to vacate his ad-hoc hiding place...and found himself nose-to-nose with the prefect that had just passed by.
Dallas stared for a second, sighing inwardly as he realized that the prefect must have seen him and used a duplicity spell to create a simple clone of himself. After searching his mind, he came up with the name of the prefect, who he noted was, unfortunately, a Gryffindor.
“Good evening, Randall,” he said coolly, nodding slightly. 'Great. Just great. Not only is it a prefect, it's a Gryffindor prefect. At least it isn't a teacher... Either way, what a perfectly terrible way to end my day. I hope he doesn't confiscate the flowers. Zagan needs them, and I need Zagan to lay off of me.'