Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on May 1, 2010 13:39:05 GMT -5
Today was a good day - a brilliant one, actually, and nothing much had even happened yet! Gilbert was, if possible, more excited about today's trip than the students he was supposed to be ferrying there, and it was rather obvious. Earlier, the resident Transfigurations Professor had been practically skipping through the school corridors after leaving the Headmaster's Office with Matthew, gathering permission slips as he went and then ushering the group of students he was looking after today out of the main doors and down toward the lake. He and the Charms Professor had been entrusted with this duty today, and since Matthew was a new teacher it would most probably be the Prussian getting in trouble if anything went wrong - he'd rather not be bearing a hand-print on his face or something for a week after this. So he was going to make sure everything was perfect! Arthur would be so fucking proud~.
And what exactly was this event that the albino was so excited about, anyway? Why, it was the daytrip to Hogsmeade, of course! The headmaster had mentioned it this morning during breakfast, and the Transfigurations Professor had had to stuff something in his mouth to keep from squealing in delight.
Call him childish, but Gilbert had always been a fan of these trips, ever since he'd been in his Third Year and allowed to go for the first time. Before that he'd never visited the only all-wizard village in Britain, so it was extremely exciting! And Hogsmeade had not disappointed him; stood amidst the enchanting wilderness of the Scottish Highlands a village of thatched cottages, curious shops had become the young boy's favourite place to be other than the castle itself. He'd spend hours wishing he could go back again, and whenever he could, he'd be there, exploring the village and its surroundings, lost in its medieval aura and feeling as if he'd been thrown back in time or something. There was something truly amazing about that place, he found.
And now the albino was seated in the boat at the head of the little armada crossing the vast expanse of still lakewater, resisting the urge to rock it from side to side and terrify the kids sitting behind him, resisting the temptation of the open air all around him that silently begged him to transform into something more than human and take flight. He couldn't do that, though, not when he had a brood of children to look after...
Still, if one looked closely at Gilbert they'd find his obsidian cloak occasionally shifting to form what looked to be a pair of cloth-made wings - or maybe they were simply conforming to the shape of the wings hiding away beneath the clothing. Gilbert's favourite forms were all to do with flying creatures; the most free in this world, he found. And what was better than being free? He kept himself grounded for the time-being, though as usual due to his excitement there was a rather ethereal look to the Prussian's pallid visage.
When the boats finally ground to a halt on the far side of the lake, Gilbert was one of the first to leap out, turning to the children and grinning widely. This had to go perfectly, had to, had to...
"Right! First off, I want you all on your best damn behaviour, all right? Or you won't be coming back here." That was probably a lie but there was nothing wrong with a little innocent threatening, right? It'd hopefully keep the more rebellious ones in line. "It's just a short walk through the forest now~ don't wander off the path unless you want eaten~!" And then, practically cackling with glee, the albino had turned and was walking off down the dim forest pathway, boots crunching on fallen leaves and black robes billowing out behind him. The walk would only take a couple of minutes, and then the students would find themselves at the edge of Hogsmeade Village, which was surprisingly busy considering its small size.
Spanning off to the left and right of the main road were houses and shops of all sizes, usually rather small and each looking as if they'd been pulled right out of a fantasy picture book. Due to this time of year the road was a little muddy and dotted with various footprints, some of which lead to shop doors, while others traversed out of the village and into the surrounding forest. Candles of different colours perched in the trees as if they thought they were birds, casting a soft, flickering glow onto the stone and wood walls of the houses, and out across the street.
"All right! Go off and do whatever you like, but stay in the village, out of the forest, and definitely out of the Shieking Shack. I don't want to be going in there and dragging any of you out, all right? I'm sure Matthew wouldn't enjoy it, either~" stated the albino, turning once again to the children. "And don't try ordering any fuc-- any damn alcohol from the pubs. You won't get any."
((ooc: Hallo, my post is the size of the earth. Enjoy. Don't ignore Pru's rules or he'll beat you with a stickand then get beaten himself by Arthur))
And what exactly was this event that the albino was so excited about, anyway? Why, it was the daytrip to Hogsmeade, of course! The headmaster had mentioned it this morning during breakfast, and the Transfigurations Professor had had to stuff something in his mouth to keep from squealing in delight.
Call him childish, but Gilbert had always been a fan of these trips, ever since he'd been in his Third Year and allowed to go for the first time. Before that he'd never visited the only all-wizard village in Britain, so it was extremely exciting! And Hogsmeade had not disappointed him; stood amidst the enchanting wilderness of the Scottish Highlands a village of thatched cottages, curious shops had become the young boy's favourite place to be other than the castle itself. He'd spend hours wishing he could go back again, and whenever he could, he'd be there, exploring the village and its surroundings, lost in its medieval aura and feeling as if he'd been thrown back in time or something. There was something truly amazing about that place, he found.
And now the albino was seated in the boat at the head of the little armada crossing the vast expanse of still lakewater, resisting the urge to rock it from side to side and terrify the kids sitting behind him, resisting the temptation of the open air all around him that silently begged him to transform into something more than human and take flight. He couldn't do that, though, not when he had a brood of children to look after...
Still, if one looked closely at Gilbert they'd find his obsidian cloak occasionally shifting to form what looked to be a pair of cloth-made wings - or maybe they were simply conforming to the shape of the wings hiding away beneath the clothing. Gilbert's favourite forms were all to do with flying creatures; the most free in this world, he found. And what was better than being free? He kept himself grounded for the time-being, though as usual due to his excitement there was a rather ethereal look to the Prussian's pallid visage.
When the boats finally ground to a halt on the far side of the lake, Gilbert was one of the first to leap out, turning to the children and grinning widely. This had to go perfectly, had to, had to...
"Right! First off, I want you all on your best damn behaviour, all right? Or you won't be coming back here." That was probably a lie but there was nothing wrong with a little innocent threatening, right? It'd hopefully keep the more rebellious ones in line. "It's just a short walk through the forest now~ don't wander off the path unless you want eaten~!" And then, practically cackling with glee, the albino had turned and was walking off down the dim forest pathway, boots crunching on fallen leaves and black robes billowing out behind him. The walk would only take a couple of minutes, and then the students would find themselves at the edge of Hogsmeade Village, which was surprisingly busy considering its small size.
Spanning off to the left and right of the main road were houses and shops of all sizes, usually rather small and each looking as if they'd been pulled right out of a fantasy picture book. Due to this time of year the road was a little muddy and dotted with various footprints, some of which lead to shop doors, while others traversed out of the village and into the surrounding forest. Candles of different colours perched in the trees as if they thought they were birds, casting a soft, flickering glow onto the stone and wood walls of the houses, and out across the street.
"All right! Go off and do whatever you like, but stay in the village, out of the forest, and definitely out of the Shieking Shack. I don't want to be going in there and dragging any of you out, all right? I'm sure Matthew wouldn't enjoy it, either~" stated the albino, turning once again to the children. "And don't try ordering any fuc-- any damn alcohol from the pubs. You won't get any."
((ooc: Hallo, my post is the size of the earth. Enjoy. Don't ignore Pru's rules or he'll beat you with a stick