4th Piece of Art | Backdated to 26th

[artisticthief]

[Gryffindor Common Room]

[Tonight was another night to having to steal something. His mother had sent the note and he knew that he had at least two hours to get there. So coming down from the dorms, he had started to make his way across the floor toward the exit. If anyone were up would realize that it's nearly time for the curfew to begin.]

[Hallways]

[Moving swiftly around the halls, he was trying his hardest to avoid most people, having to hide if he heard footsteps and making sure he could at least get out safe and sound without the use of magic. So far so good at least, right?]

[School Grounds.]

[Either heading out or on his way back the young red head was in the school grounds. Trying his hardest to get away or come back without getting caught.]

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hallways

[abouttime]

hey. you.

[There's a child who looks no older than a first year, perched on a railing of a nearby staircase. Even so young, they almost look threatening in the Lumos spell they cast, wand held lazily pointed downwards. Their other hand is covering the glow from a distance, fingers parted, letting only slanted rays through. Chara's position appears casual, both arms leaning on their knees, but the hand positioning is obviously on purpose.

In the dim lighting, their red eyes almost seem to gleam.]

hallways

[artisticthief]

[He froze slightly. He was trying his hardest to not get caught, but it seems like that was a giant bust. He stood there quietly before turning his head to see.. A first year. Yeah, he was pretty sure they were meant to be in bed.]

What are you doing out of bed?

[abouttime]

Can't sleep. Won't.

You?

[artisticthief]

You have to sleep at some point. It's bad for you otherwise.

[He shrugged slightly.]

Going to my dorm room.

[abouttime]

[They raise an eyebrow incredulously. They've always been good at reading people.]

To your dorm. Well after the time students have long since gone to avoid cutting curfew.

[artisticthief]

Technically not all students. For one there is you, for another there are others.

[Considering the number he had avoided, why did this one seem suspicious of him of all people.]

[abouttime]

[Chara is low-key suspicious of everyone.]

I know sneaking when I see it. [They've done it themself too many times.]

You're off to somewhere. Another dorm? One of the many hidden rooms I don't know about?

[artisticthief]

Well we are out past curfew, so sneaking seems obvious even to go back to the dorms.

[Would you want to get caught by a teacher? They will do something after all.]

[abouttime]

[Shrug. They really don't care too much, but they thought it could be an interesting conversation.]

You wouldn't need to if your destination was as honest as your house dorns.

[artisticthief]

What is that suppose to mean?

[For once he had been saying the truth, he had been on his way back this time. At least this time anyway.]

[abouttime]

It means that it would stand to reason you would have no fear of getting caught if you were heading to your own dorms. Am I wrong?

[Chara logic.]

[artisticthief]

Yes, but the fear of it being a teacher? Even though I am going back, I would still be in trouble.

[abouttime]

Hmm. [Eyes natrowed, they scrutinize him for a few moments before relenting.]

Well, if you're in such a hurry, you should be off, no? Don't waste your time on me.

[artisticthief]

You should be off as well before a teacher catches you.

[He waves slightly before heading off.]

[abouttime]

[They go their own way, stepping up the stairs silently, their robes sweeping behind them like a ghost.

See you later.]