[SIRIUS] Firing Practise

[regulus arcturus black]

Wandering the corridors of Hogwarts could get incredibly dull, especially at quarter to two in the morning. The first rushes of adrenaline diw down pretty quickly. It feels brilliant for the first ten minutes, sneeking out, just walking down corridors without a car ein the world. Yes, the caretaker would be waiting eagerly to catch you and string you up by your toes, but Regulus wasn't going to let that happen. He walked with his hands in his pockets, his hooded jumper had a pocket on the front which held onto his wand. It was like a muggle carrying around a gun or a knife, except much lighter and a lot more practical. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, the boredom set in. Reg was hoping that a teacher would prowl around a corner. He'd been wanting to try off a new spell, something to do with a lot of flame. He doubted whether doing it on the caretaker would go down well, but being the resident Pyromaniac, he did like to watch things burn.

The stone steps were cold on his bare feet, he hadn't bothered to put socks or shoes on. He only had two pairs of shoes left, leather did burn nicely. He took the stairs two at a time, why were there so many stairs. Muggles had one thing right, lifts. Why didn't Hogwarts own a lift or two, it would make a lot more sense. But, it would also take away half the purpose of his being late to class. He could sprint up stairs as fast as anyone, but a good excuse for everything was that the stairs moved him from the third floor all the way to the first and he had to start all over again. No-one could resist the sweet brown eyed Slytherin's lies. Ask more questions and you'll be told more lies, ask no questions and you'll still be told a lie or two.

The Astronomy tower was a perfect place to start. And possibly to finish as well. If this spell worked he's be there all night. He clambered up the next flight of stairs, taking his wand out of his pocket. It was black wood, almost as if it had been singed by something very hot and full of ash. What a coincidence. Reg reached the airy confines of the Astronomy Tower and immediately made his way over to the window. Because of the curve of the building, he could see all the way down to the first floor windows of the West side of the school. He seated himself comfortably on the stone windowsill. There was no glass in the window and he only had to push one telescope out of the way. He concentrated and muttered: "Inferuius." under his breath. From the end of his wind flickered a small whisp of orange flame. It went out. Cussing, he tried again, concentrating on the fibres of flame that slid from the end and swerved off into the night at high speed. Okay, now for something bigger.

He shifted his position and aimed down at the wall opposite him, where only one light was on in an office or classroom. He didn't know what it was, he just wanted a bit of enjoyment. He concentrated on that spot, flicking a strand of hair from his forehead. He muttered the spell again and the flames spluttered out, orange tongues that shot across the distance and slammed into the window. That had glass in. The window slammed open, one of the panes shattering on the frame. Regulus' smile was triumphant. Yes, he was going to be here all night.