Post by Dryden Tobias Zephon on May 10, 2005 7:43:38 GMT -5
Dryden smirked to himself, sitting at one of the tables in the kitchen. Butterbeer in one hand, he leaned back on his chair and thought about the kitchen when he had first encountered it.
The memory replayed before him, a hologram took over the room.
*It had been a rough winter that year, he was only first year and ever-so eager to cause mayhem. As Dryden snuck into the largest kitchen, he peered around the room. Grinning with his small sharp teeth, he motioned for others to enter. Following, were three tall drow girls who giggled in delight and one drow male, who was quite short in comparison.
The house elves, who were busily at work stopped all of a sudden and started to panic as they noticed the group who had entered the room. Quickly gathering up the elves, which had scampered in all directions, the group of Drow, with Dryden as their leader, duct-taped the tiny slaves to the ceiling.
Smirking, Dryden helped himself to the cool room, passing out drinks for his partners in crime. Sitting around at one of the tables (the very same that Dryden was at now, with Dryden being in the exact same seat), they pointed and laughed at the helpless elves, who were still panicking.
As the younger Dryden leaned back on his chair, he couldn't help fits of laughter as one of the girls threw her bottle at one of the elves and hit it in the head. As he leaned further and further back, Dryden slipped and crashed into one of the ovens, igniting it and setting his cloak on fire. Dryden fought to get the cloak off him and ran around the room, screeching loudly. The others thought this was hilarious, the shortest Drow thumping his fists on the table in snorts of uncontrolled laughter.
As the young Dryden threw his cloak the the floor, the fire spread. The group stood back and watched as the flames spread further and further. Ushering them out of the room, the young Dryden gave one last glance to the helpless elves before closing the double doors behind him.*
The memory faded, the flames disappeared and were replaced by the undamaged kitchens once more. Dryden bowed his head, a small smirk crossing his lips.
Such a child he was back then.
The memory replayed before him, a hologram took over the room.
*It had been a rough winter that year, he was only first year and ever-so eager to cause mayhem. As Dryden snuck into the largest kitchen, he peered around the room. Grinning with his small sharp teeth, he motioned for others to enter. Following, were three tall drow girls who giggled in delight and one drow male, who was quite short in comparison.
The house elves, who were busily at work stopped all of a sudden and started to panic as they noticed the group who had entered the room. Quickly gathering up the elves, which had scampered in all directions, the group of Drow, with Dryden as their leader, duct-taped the tiny slaves to the ceiling.
Smirking, Dryden helped himself to the cool room, passing out drinks for his partners in crime. Sitting around at one of the tables (the very same that Dryden was at now, with Dryden being in the exact same seat), they pointed and laughed at the helpless elves, who were still panicking.
As the younger Dryden leaned back on his chair, he couldn't help fits of laughter as one of the girls threw her bottle at one of the elves and hit it in the head. As he leaned further and further back, Dryden slipped and crashed into one of the ovens, igniting it and setting his cloak on fire. Dryden fought to get the cloak off him and ran around the room, screeching loudly. The others thought this was hilarious, the shortest Drow thumping his fists on the table in snorts of uncontrolled laughter.
As the young Dryden threw his cloak the the floor, the fire spread. The group stood back and watched as the flames spread further and further. Ushering them out of the room, the young Dryden gave one last glance to the helpless elves before closing the double doors behind him.*
The memory faded, the flames disappeared and were replaced by the undamaged kitchens once more. Dryden bowed his head, a small smirk crossing his lips.
Such a child he was back then.
