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Izaya Orihara (20:40:41): Once all was dark and it was 'witching hours' so to speak, Jericho sat up in bed and climbed out as carefully and quietly as he could. The boy started to feel around for his bed post and slippers, snatching up his wand on his nightstand. After a few minutes of stumbling about and some fruitless searching, he thought he might have accidentally been feeling around another boy's bed ad decided eough was enough. Hoping he hadn't and would't wake ayone else, he held up his wand and whispered quietly to it, "Lumos".

Izaya Orihara (21:18:52): By this time, the curly-haired pale boy was stuck half-way under his own bed, feeling around for a trunk he -knew- he had put there. Unfortunately he had to put his wand down to do this, so light spilled out across the room.

Izaya Orihara (21:30:18 ): Ah-ha! Retrieving a large case from the bed, the first boy struggled to drag the thing out, only to realize that he was being watched. "GAH!" he cried, kicking his stand and rattling the drawers. A heavy astrology book he'd kept on it managed to fall off. The boy froze and grabbed for his wand, which had rolled under the other boy's bed.

Izaya Orihara (21:37:42): "Telescope," the pale boy whispered. "Sorry. Found it." The only problem was he wasn't done. Now he had to haul it out of the room, and it was heavy. Not to mention he had his other hand to carry his wand and book. Grabbing those, he made to leave the room. "Sorry," he repeated, but he was so busy checking on the other boy that he didn't see where he was going and stumbled over someone's trunk. His own case fell from his hand, dropped on the ground, and opened with a clatter, showering what sounded like delicate parts everywhere. The boy stared at it in horrified silence.

Izaya Orihara (21:42:02): The boy nodded in the dim light before realizing the other boy probably couldn't see him. "Yes, please," he whispered, feeling very sorry. He was already on his hands and knees feeling around for the pieces. If only he could remember how many there - ow! Uh oh...that was glass. Was his lens broken? Maybe there were more pieces to pick up than usual...

Izaya Orihara (21:52:30): The other Hufflepuff blinked in the bright light and realized what a fool he had been to go around shining it in everyone else's faces. It was a wonder they weren't -all- up. "Um..." He didn't really know how to say. There were names of pieces, but would this other boy know what they were? And he could describe the shapes, but he wasn't sure that would be of much help. On top of all that, he didn't want to talk to much in the case he woke up others. He looked helplessly at the other second year.

Dec 9, 2012 10:02 PM

The light-haired boy glanced around and picked up his book, shaking his head. But the lenses had broken and pieces lay scattered across the carpet. What was he going to do now? Wait, what about that one spell...the one that fixed things... He held out his hand for his wand, not thinking to speak up. He was more of a doer than a talker, after all.

Dec 9, 2012 10:08 PM

"Episkey," he whispered. Nothing happened. He pointed his wand more firmly. "Episkey," he spoke louder. Nothing happened still. He looked despairingly at the pieces glittering in his meager light before glancing to the dark-haired boy for help.