outbreak | marco & quinn
It was almost nearing curfew. The dark sun started to set over the Black Lake, and the stark colour set fire to its usually bland shade of white. The breeze was much colder now that the warmth started wane, and Quinn tightened the fold over his chest. He blew an icy breath. He'd been down by the Black Lake everyday since the news. Normally, it was a hideout for him and Linton where they could just waste time, skip rocks, and entertain the Giant Squid whenever it decided to show. Now if felt like the only place he could be without going out of his mind. His energies were usually split between classes, duelling, and prefect duties, but now none of that felt like it was worth anything anymore. He found himself more and more restless. And when he was restless, he was also reckless.
Sighing, he heaved himself back up. It was only a matter of time before he had to go back in the castle to begin his own patrol, but he didn't want to wait in the dungeons for his shift. Quinn started walking up towards the grounds, taking the quicker route around the Greenhouses and then though Care of Magical Creatures near McKee's Hut. But he stopped when he heard a loud bang. Clenching his jaws, he readied his wand by his side, and inspected the noise. He was careful not to make a single sound as he approached. Much to his chagrin, it was only a fifth year. Greene. He stood in front of the Red Cap pen. Now he had to drag some Ravenclaw back inside because he couldn't tell the time. "The fuck are you doing, Greene? Jerking yourself off?" Quinn growled impatiently. "Get your arse back inside, or I'll throw you in the fucking lake."
