Post by Itachi Mori on Jan 10, 2007 21:51:32 GMT -5
It was way to early for Itachi to be awake, especially on the weekends, it was around nine fourty-five, Itachi noted taking a glance at a neon orange watch strapped around his thin, bony wrist. He glared at it, his eyes narrowed slightly, yawning widely. Why the heck couldn't he sleep? He knew it couldn't be the fact that he wasn't tired, he was exauseted. He probably would have given his left arm to be in his comfy, for poster bed sleeping soundly. But, no, instead, he was awake and on the Quidditch Pitch at wight in the bloody morning. He would probably be awake withoin a span of ten minutes, or maybe even five, but, for the moment, the ever social hippie hated the world, and every single person in it.
Itachi rubbed at his dark, chocolate colored eyes, blinking some, trying to get himself in a better mood. Grumbling to himself, Itachi climbed the towering stands that loomed over the rest of the pitch, deciding this form of excersise may force him into better spirits.
When he reached the top, he found he had been one hundred percent correct. He exhaled deeply. plopping down on the top bench. Much, much better. Now, Itachi had a large smile plastered to his face, like it generally was, and his eyes glued to the pitch, where he saw a figure wandering the pitch as early as he. . .
Itachi rubbed at his dark, chocolate colored eyes, blinking some, trying to get himself in a better mood. Grumbling to himself, Itachi climbed the towering stands that loomed over the rest of the pitch, deciding this form of excersise may force him into better spirits.
When he reached the top, he found he had been one hundred percent correct. He exhaled deeply. plopping down on the top bench. Much, much better. Now, Itachi had a large smile plastered to his face, like it generally was, and his eyes glued to the pitch, where he saw a figure wandering the pitch as early as he. . .
