Recent content by Angelo Dela Cruz

"We'll be great," Angelo said with a grin as he followed Mania out, smiling at the audience in front of them and even giving a wave at their friends watching. He pulled on his guitar, bringing it to his front before he took a seat on a chair that was set a few steps behind Mania, a bit off to...

Compared to Mania, Angelo was used to playing in front of people. He had played plenty of songs before in the classroom in his old school and had entered talent shows every now and then if they needed a representative for school events. So this was no different for him. It was actually pretty...

Angelo didn't know what he'd been expecting Mandrakes to look like but it was not this. It wasn't like it was horrifying or anything. The idea of the tiyanak from his home was a little more terrifying while this was some... fat very dirty baby? And it was crying though he couldn't hear it...

After suffering through History of Magic, Angelo still hadn't gone to the nurse and now he's been feeling off for days. Maybe he did have a cold. Ugh. He hoped his mum had packed some paracetamol in his bag. Or trunk. Whatever. Anyway, he just tried his best to slog through Transfiguration and...

Angelo had never seen or held a chipmunk before. He didn't even know the difference between a chipmunk and a squirrel. Would he get rabies if the thing bit him? Could he even get rabies from the not real but looking and feeling very real things? Anyway, he was apparently about to Medusa this...

After the dishes horror movie last week, Angelo was glad to have a chill day. He sat down, listened to the teacher, and answered the quiz. He even did a little bit of studying until class was over.

Angelo had never seen so many dirty dishes in his life. His mum would be horrified. He was horrified. It wasn't even really instinct to use a wand at this point but it wasn't like he wanted to wash that many dishes by hand either. He wondered if this teacher just didn't like dishes. Anyway, he...

Angelo slumped in his seat, arms crossed. The weather was starting to change and he still wasn't used to it and he wondered if he should go see the nurse because he'd been feeling sort of weird the past few day. But alas, would have to be after class as he listened to Ma'am Moncrieffe discuss...

Angelo listened and listed out the things that the teacher was saying. He didn't really hate history, sometimes they were interesting, but class could get really boring with lectures. He did usually try his best though, and he thought his English was getting better but perhaps he should have a...

It was a little weird for Angelo to be discussing animagi in History class when it was a class thing in Transfiguration. Or well he supposed it was secondary to the discussion of Merlin and Madam Mim. And their weird battle. Why would they even want a transformation battle? Well, he supposed it...

Angelo went straight to Herbology, wiping the sweat from his brow. While they didn't have winter or spring or fall back home, he wasn't quite used to January being so hot. He slipped into the Greenhouse and listened to the lecture. Mutated plant babies? Like tiyanaks? Huh. Or maybe that's where...

Angelo blinked as Mr. P held up a jar of beetles. Whoooa. They were actually going to try out a spell today, which was so cool. Though can't say he was looking forward to grabbing a beetle from a jar of beetles. Anyway, he grabbed one when it was his turn, and studied the spell. "Preppy...

Angelo practically ran to Transfiguration after oversleeping. He hadn't even managed to dry his hair, so they were dripping wet. He greeted the teacher–thankfully, class hadn't started yet. He scribbled down notes on Animate to Inanimate Transfiguration, quite an odd concept. He thought using...

Angelo blinked when another student was apparently looking for him. Huh. "Heeeere!" he said, waving his arm. "Angelo heeeeere!"