Recent content by Mikael Nightray

The slap wasn't entirely a shock, he supposed. And perhaps a little well-deserved, considering he hadn't told anyone that he wasn't allowed to be in Graduation. He'd only just shown up after the Ceremony was over to meet his parents outside the Great Hall, and maybe congratulate Hinata and...

Mikael left the dorm after his nap, telling Horror that he had to at least show his face to his parents when the Ceremony was over because he'd been told that they would both be there. He didn't know what for since he wouldn't be able to come home until the next day anyway. He'd obviously...

Mikael had a pretty long nap after having been required to miss graduation. Needless to say that his parents nor Elio had been pleased about it, but that was a problem for tomorrow. Tonight, he was in a pretty good mood and just having dinner for the last Feast for the year and his school career...

Mikael swallowed as he waited, for if any of them would throw accusations at him for the admission, curling upon himself at Matt’s slow I see. Ready to be blamed. And then there was the question. And his gaze snapped up, as if desperately pleading. “No! I swear it was an accident. I didn’t… I...

Mikael didn't argue, didn't even lift his eyes through the whole thing. Ashamed. Guilt. He even flinched at the what were you thinking, biting his lip like a scolded child. And despite him being a Seventh Year, he was still just a child compared to both adults in the room. His hands were tight...

Mikael felt it when the Headmaster's attention was put on him. He swallowed, as if his throat were dry. "I... I was practicing wandless magic today," he said. It was hardly calm, but like he was trying to get the words out as he looked at Ayre, still unconscious on the bed. "I didn't think...

Mikael didn't speak up and instead let the adults talk, though he made as if he wanted to sink into the wall, even as he kept his gaze on Ayre. His mind was working even as he kept quiet, as if trying to avoid the Headmaster's gaze. Right now, Mikael was a student who knew he'd done something...

Mikael froze as if a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar—it wasn't like he was really intimidated by the woman; she didn't nearly have the presence that his own parents did. But he was also supposedly a student in trouble. "I...," he bit his lip because he's a teenager, and a teenager's...

There was usually a stillness to Mikael that was currently absent; he was almost fidgeting. Good. The nurse hadn't even finished speaking when Mikael interjected with a "I didn't intend to summon a venomous snake," with such indignation as if he couldn't even believe the accusation. "I didn't...

Of course, someone would walk in on this whole thing. He supposed he should count himself lucky it was Eurydice's friend, of all people. "F**k!" he exclaimed as he rushed towards the thing—the Slytherin—because he was meant to be distressed that he'd just gotten another student bit by a snake...

Mikael didn't even hesitate in bringing Morrie over to the bed. He maneuvered her around since he'd carried her on his back and carefully lowered her onto the bed as the nurse directed. He wasn't surprised when she'd asked what happened. Anyone would. "A snake," he said, moving quickly to unwrap...

APPROVAL ID #125078 Mikael had sent William on ahead to warn the nurse or inform a professor while he ran to the Hospital Wing, an unconscious Ayre on his back. A Featherlight spell had been cast on the unconscious Slytherin, and while Mikael hardly actually cared about the girl's survival, he...

Mikael didn't even flinch at the panic that was so obvious on Ayre's whole being. He didn't even blink as she backed into the wall. "I wouldn't move if I were you," he warned lowly. It was basic for any predator, really. Don't make any sudden movements. Especially with how the rattlesnake was...

Mikael barely glanced at the red rose in Bailey's hand. "And unless that's from Elio, then I doubt that's for me."

Mikael was unfazed by Ayre's attempts at threats and insults. A very sad attempt at wit from a dim-witted flobberworm. Petty. Useless. Pathetic. He merely tilted his head, as if he were studying something beneath glass. Something that was just twitchy and tiresome, desperate to escape, but...