— noctivagus.
@crxavis:
he hums a soft and pleasant tune as he makes his way to the west stairwell, where avis requested that they meet. wand tucked behind an ear, a content smile plastered across his face, and a knapsack brimming with treats slung over a shoulder, he navigates the deserted hallways without a care as he continues to skim through the worn out novel in his hand—even goes as far to take the liberty of adding to the numerous notes that he’s already written out in the margins. if anyone were to happen upon him, they’d know that the young man was in no rush.
he arrives just minutes within midnight anyway. having snuck out of ravenclaw house roughly an hour before just so that he could venture over to the kitchen to retrieve some snacks, he had enough time to debate whether or not he and avis would need a lot of treats for their late night adventure—also, he couldn’t remember which one was her favorite, so he figured that he’d just fill his bag up with whatever he could find and hope that she liked something in there.
speaking of avis, when castor arrives at the stairwell, the gryffindor girl is nowhere in sight. the ravenclaw looks up from his book to scan the general area, but comes up empty. he shrugs at the fact—it’s not the first time that he’d made it to their meeting place first, it certainly wouldn’t be the last—and strolls over to the nearest wall. dropping the bag of treats to his feet, he leans himself against the wall in waiting and continues to read. before he really delves back into the storyline he has before him, he quickly types out a text to the girl. “waiting,” he mutters softly before hitting send. with that done, he goes back to his book and makes another note.