Post by VYACHESLAV C. CONSTANTINE on Jul 27, 2010 2:17:31 GMT
Vyacheslav's face grew red as he desperately wished the clock would tick backward. He'd been absent a lot lately from meetings with the Order due to being in Jericho, Wisconsin visiting his sisters. He folded the appointment card he kept that recollected the time to him, with shaky hands he slid it into his pocket. He could hear teachers continuing about their lessons as he moved down the floors of Hogwarts. He didn't think he could be any further away from turning up on time if he'd come from the planet of Yavin. Tripping over the final step that collided him into the sixth floor his entire collection of paintings by Juan Caro de Tavir fell from his briefcase causing him to scramble to his feet with nervous hands as he tried to lift them from the ground without them getting the filth of the Hogwarts floor on any of them.
