Post by sayashuri on Aug 24, 2007 11:22:17 GMT -5
Cortano woke with a start. When had the sun risen? What time was it?! He really didn't want to be late for his classes, but he was working up a reputation for being late. He struggled to free himself from his blankets, and discovered he was utterly and thoroughly trapped, like the Mexican food item called a burrito. As he twisted and turned, amlost unable to even move, he began to panic. Was this a spell? Had he been jinxed by another Ravenclaw?
Normally the thought would cause him to pause and attempt to think it out logically, but Cor had flopped his way into a position that was cutting off his air, and now he was struggling to breathe as well as free himself. His mind began what he knew was the panic frenzy of his animal instinct - a trapped animal trying to free itself at all costs. As Cor's vision began to grey at the edges, he gave one final massive heave - and the blankets completely shredded themselves down into dust.
Cor fell off the bed onto his hands and knees, panting and staring at the fine powder underneath him. What the..., he thought, bewildered. After his brain had recieved its necessary supply of air, he sat back on his heels to figure out what happened. He had been told that most children's magic exposed itself in times of intense emotion; he had been panicked to the point that he was losing the ability to think coherently. He supposed panic could be classified as an emotion.
Oh no! He threw himself away from the bed and scrambled to his trunk. My robes! Where are my - aha! He dressed as quickly as he could and sprinted out, heading for breakfast and hoping there was still some left.
Normally the thought would cause him to pause and attempt to think it out logically, but Cor had flopped his way into a position that was cutting off his air, and now he was struggling to breathe as well as free himself. His mind began what he knew was the panic frenzy of his animal instinct - a trapped animal trying to free itself at all costs. As Cor's vision began to grey at the edges, he gave one final massive heave - and the blankets completely shredded themselves down into dust.
Cor fell off the bed onto his hands and knees, panting and staring at the fine powder underneath him. What the..., he thought, bewildered. After his brain had recieved its necessary supply of air, he sat back on his heels to figure out what happened. He had been told that most children's magic exposed itself in times of intense emotion; he had been panicked to the point that he was losing the ability to think coherently. He supposed panic could be classified as an emotion.
Oh no! He threw himself away from the bed and scrambled to his trunk. My robes! Where are my - aha! He dressed as quickly as he could and sprinted out, heading for breakfast and hoping there was still some left.