the day it all went down
the day it all got real
outside a secret corridor, hogwarts castle
thursday june 2nd, 2005
Killian was fairly sure he mucked it all up.
History! Regular History! His mum was going to kill him when he got home, probably, or whenever his marks were released (oh lord, what if it was
before he got home? Or after he returned to Hogwarts? Killian was not altogether sure when GCSE results were posted, and it was too late to ask the proctors now -- he was already halfway down the alley around the corner from the school (a real school, with pencils, he hadn't stopped staring for the first hour on the first day and probably they all thought he was mental) and his wand was leaving his rucksack.
He Apparated back to Hogsmeade in one piece, which was a miracle given the amount he was not focusing on anything but the questions he was unsure of, if he wrote clearly enough, if his name was clear enough on the exam forms, if, if, if. Post-test doubt followed him into the secret passage, where he shucked the more obvious trappings of the Muggle world (digital watch, miracle it had lasted all term, erasers, ballpoint pens) into his bag and retrieved his robes.
Now all he had to do was make it back to Gryffindor Common Room without being caught. Sounds easy. Should be easy. Killian pushed open the back of a portrait, listening for footsteps. Nothing there, it seemed -- he let out a sigh of relief and dropped his bag to the ground, following close behind --
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand there it was. Killian blanched when he caught glimpse of the only other person in the hallway. Of course it would be Reinhardt. That was just his rotten luck.
@Rowen Reinhardt
