Recent content by Damsel Hawke

Damsel didn't exactly have an all-consuming passion for quidditch, but muggle sports were not something she'd ever been exposed to and therefore didn't have much to compare it to. She frowned at the boy who didn't appear all that fond of the sport, wondering what he was doing out here. She...

Damsel wasn't really one for tours. Her parents had been more of the "go explore the city and be back before dinner" type, so knowing how to follow organised structure wasn't in her wheelhouse. Actually knowing her way around the castle would eliminate any excuses for being late to class. But...

Damsel was beginning to suspect that this school was full of emotionally repressed idiots with the way most of her interactions had gone so far. She was not exempt from this description, but she owned it. "Nah, you're alright," she grinned at the boy who'd been playing, as though he'd asked her...

Damsel had wasted no time sniffing out the music room like an easily distracted beagle. She'd somehow found the kitchens first, which was a pleasant surprise, but now she was back on the hunt. Tragically, she wasn't the first person there. It took all the willpower in her tiny eleven year old...

Damsel wanted to try out for the qudditch team and was devastated she had to wait until next year. Watching the tryouts was an alright compromise for the moment. She saw a couple of other students also doing the same thing and couldn't help but overhear that the girl didn't even know what...

Damsel knew this was a mistake. She could have been homeschooled by her parents. They would have allowed it - even relished the fact that she wanted to be just like them. It was unfortunate timing, her turning eleven. She hadn't been expelled from her last school - her parents had taken her out...