Littlest Thing [Mikey]

[Faber Shaw]

The weather outside was enough to make anyone wasn’t to be outside in the warm sun. Possibly sitting by the lake, shoes off and the sleeves of their shirts rolled up. Enough to make any student stuck in class listing to a teacher drone on go stir crazy. Well almost anyone. Not Faber, a seventh year Hufflepuff. Because he’d rather hang around inside, then go out and be surrounded by people, unless it was raining. It was little odd, but no less was expected from him. He just wasn’t the ‘it’s-nice-out-so-I-must-be-out’ type of person.

Instead he was inside, sitting up against a wall in the castle. Like anytime he wasn’t in class, Faber was out of the uniform of black robes white shirt and black and yellow tie. Instead he was in a plain white t-shirt with a black hoodie which was unzipped. The usual black and green studded belt he wore, even with his uniform, was looped through his plain dark jeans. He played with his camera in his lap, his head lowered so that his straight black hair fell in front of his clear blue eyes. The camera wasn’t one of those magical ones that allowed the pictures to move. He liked them to stay the way he took them and originally saw them. That was just his muggle side showing through.

Faber ran a hand across his face and through his dark hair. Sighing he tilted his head back resting it against the cool brick of the wall. He pulled the sleeve of his sweater over his hand, playing with the black material in-between his thumb and index finger. One of his subconscious habits. Like the way he would play with his lip piercing or scratch the back of his head. The little things that made Faber. Faber.

In the back of his mind he knew he should have been doing his homework, which was an assignemt, he had yet to touch, that was do in just a couple of days. But he’d much rather be sitting up against a random wall in his own little world, a place he liked to be. A year ago, he hated that place, being alone with the thoughts in his head, but now it was different. Now he liked it, embraced it. But that’s not to say he didn’t enjiy being around people he actually liked.

[Mikey Lynch]

[/i], and dusted off his black jeans. Stupid grass. He took one last glance around the grounds before hanging his head low, and shoving his hands in his pockets. He swiped his hair to the side and fiddled with his piercings, two bad habits of his, and made his way back inside the castle walls where he was to await his boredom doom.

His first idea was to go to the Ravenclaw common room, where most of the people from his house were busy studying or going over notes they had written in class. Ugh. Mikey had often wondered how he had been put into Ravenclaw. He wasn't exactly the most intelligent, nor the suddlest person in a room, but the sorting hat apparently knew what it was talking about when it was set on Mikey's head. He never really got along with the people from his own house though, since he considered them to be too uptight and boring. Most of his friends were in different houses, mainly Hufflepuff.

Speaking of Hufflepuff friends..

He was walking down the corridors, aimlessly, when he spotted a guy sitting against the wall. It took a moment, and a few blinks, to realize it was Faber. He walked over to him casually, and leaned against the wall himself. "Hola." He said.


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