#;rebel

It’s not often that Mark is struck by the urge to sneak out of the commons room after dark. For the most part, he’s content with just sitting on the couch and curling up with a good book. But tonight is one of those nights where he’s full of energy, and just itching to mess around with those higher-level spellbooks he had. It’s a pain getting outside – even if he’s got the layout of the building down, he’s not the best at sneaking, especially when he’s carrying a small bookbag that throws off his spatial perception. He does finally manage, though, slipping outside and hurrying to the cover of the trees.

It’s a rather peaceful night, for once. Sneaking out was hardly an accomplishment anymore, as for how conspicuous the nightly guards made themselves, but tonight there was hardly a sound as Ross slipped from the confines of the school. Being inside at night always makes him so restless, especially in such a huge building like this. Thankfully, he’d mapped out the majority of the paths he would ever need to take by around halfway through his first year here -- sharpened hearing and night vision certainly helped with that whole ordeal, even though he had wound up getting scolded more often than not back then.

It’s nights like these that are altogether a relief and a stress. For one, the moon is not much more than a thin claw hanging in the sky, very little moonlight falling upon the school grounds. It means he’s safe for the night, but it also means that his heightened senses are a bit dull. Perhaps that’s why it seemed so quiet out tonight, and why it would get worse for the next couple of days.