thump thump thump thump...
"ohgodohgodohgod.."
the corridors seem awfully long at night when you have something important to do. its too cold, too dark and too damn long for comfort. his green eyes darted to see every courner, every shadow as he walked with a quickened pace. his thin worn out slippers slapped the floors loudly, but he dared not take them off. god knows what he stepped in earlier. adorned in a body tight black knit tank which hugged his every quiddich muscle and a pair of very loose black cotton boxers sagged from his hips. Harry Potter ran couciously through the nightriddenhalls, thank god, no filch. not yet anyway... then something shining pale in the moonlight, in flittering green... bathrobes? darted out in front of him. harry about pissed his boxers in fright.