Post by duncan on Feb 22, 2010 20:25:43 GMT
It was about ten in the evening as the man whistled while he walked through the corridors of the school. The whistling was low and slightly eerie as he made his way out the door and into the yard. It was snowing and a smile touched his lips. His head was protected by the fedora he favored, and he was bundled in his black leather trench. Both articles of clothing were treated with waterproofing solutions. His head tipped back as blue eyes looked up in the night sky. It would be spring soon and he was almost sad to see the snow go away. There was some tranquil about the grounds covered in the cold white fluff. He slipped on his gloves and started to make a snowman, just for the hell of it. Some would probably think it was odd, but if they knew the man, they'd know he was the playful sort. Or at least could be. He was the type that would start a snowball fight with his students, or even the staff, just because. So, building a snowman was nothing odd, not for him.