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[Kyden Sorrell]

Ah, the wonders of skipping charms. Okay, so Kyden wasn’t skipping charms—hell, if he did, Cyncad would surely blow his head off—but it was nice to consider. He had half of his free-period left that Tuesday and then … well, then he had to go and sit in what else but—yeah, you guessed it—Charms. Big whoop, right? He chuckled to himself at his sudden sarcastic nature and tossed a drumstick up at the wall again.

trip-ple-ett

Catching the piece of wood effortlessly as it shot back from the wall, Kyden twirled it in between his fingers, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. Okay, so twirling drumsticks wasn’t necessarily the easiest thing in the world, but considering he did it every so often … well, doing such was easy enough for the Gryffindor. His right foot tapped quietly against the stone floor to some imaginary beat he was listening to in his head. What he would give to be sitting at a drum set at that point in time, or even to be wearing the marching snare that gave him the weirdest of tans during summer practice.

Ah well.

Kyden shrugged and tossed the stick at the wall again, another triplet sounding as it twirled and tapped against the stone. He caught it again as it fell back down. And this, my friends, was why Kyden wasn’t seated in the library as he very well should have been. Seriously, with his habits of tapping on things, Kyden Sorrell was most definitely the librarian’s least favorite person. Sighing, the Gryffindor boy turned to gaze forlornly at his bag in the corner of the empty corridor, Transfigurations book sitting on the ground open to some page, along with a notebook. Now, don’t get me wrong, Ky had attempted to start his essay, the proof of which showed in the slightly illegible scrawl that covered maybe the first three lines on the notebook page. The truth was, Kyden just wasn’t a book-person. He would much rather be seated before any sort of percussion instrument … or swimming.

Swimming sounded like fun, right about then. The boy glanced out the window before turning to look down the hall, where footsteps echoed from. He reached up and loosened his red tie—he wore his Gryffindor uniform—brushing a hand through his hair and waiting to see who was coming. At least he wasn’t alone and bored anymore … right?

[[ eck .. not the best Ky post, but I’m working my way back into him ;] ]]

[ahemingway]

Alex was in a good mood, and grateful since now was within his break period. He was more or less just wandering the halls with a guitar on his back and a notebook full of guitar notes in his hand, looking for something moderately entertaining to do or somewhere to play his guitar comfortably. The Hufflepuff could have sworn he heard a few taps in the distance and he ran his free hand through his longish, dirty blonde hair, sweeping the hair dangling uncomfortably over his forehead to the side, out of his eyes. Alex ambled toward what he guessed was the emanation of the noise, but he could just be hearing things.

The Hufflepuff wandered along for a short while, pausing when he heard another trio of taps. The noise was more like someone hitting the wall with something, now, and Alex maintained his apparently aimless walk in that general direction. Alex wondered if there was someone in the school with a drum set, or if they were banging their wand against the wall; a drumstick would be a logical assumption, but banging one's wand against the wall just seemed stupid. Not that it wasn't entirely impossible, of course.

Alex rounded a corner, noticing someone looking in his general direction. After another second or two of studying the area, Alex noticed the drumstick in the guy's hand and the book, notebook, and bag in the corner of this particular stretch of hallway. Focusing more on the person's face, he thought he recognized Kyden. With a quick "Hi," Alex strolled towards Kyden, hoping that the other student would forgive him for intruding upon him, and wondering if Kyden even cared.