- Messages
- 604
- OOC First Name
- zazz
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- bisexual
- Wand
- Straight 8 1/2 Inch Sturdy Aspen Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
- Age
- 31st October, 2045
Elio didn’t really know how to approach a Nightray, approaching Mikael had happened completely accidentally, but this was Ai. Sure, he knew her, had known her since he was younger, one of his Mother’s friends, Bryce’s too, as far as he knew, but that didn’t make talking to her about something like this any easier and he wasn’t sure why it would have honestly. Quite made it worse really. He stood outside the door to her study for quite a bit longer than he needed to, since he had floo access to their manor now (Mikael really was serious about that whole protection thing) he could come and go as he pleased, but he wasn’t about to just burst into Ai’s office, he wasn’t an idiot - he was pretty sure he knew what she could do with a wand after having seen what Mikael could do with one.
This was probably stupid - she probably was alerted to his singular presence the moment he stepped through the fireplace, but it somehow still felt like maybe he wasn’t right here. He was uninvited after all, even if he had an open invite, it and it wasn’t really uninvited or something. After everything with Laurent’s threats, and the way Mikael had reacted to them and talked about it, he couldn’t exactly keep pretending that he didn’t feel it. There was a coil of fear about a mile long in the base of his stomach and some kind of guilt burning at the back of his throat. It took him another several tense moments before he finally managed to knock, and then gave a small shiver of fear, almost ice cold down his spine.
He held out the pastries he brought from Honeydukes (as if he knew how to cook) as the door opened and he stepped inside. “I brought you some pastries,” he said, holding them out like a peace offering.
This was probably stupid - she probably was alerted to his singular presence the moment he stepped through the fireplace, but it somehow still felt like maybe he wasn’t right here. He was uninvited after all, even if he had an open invite, it and it wasn’t really uninvited or something. After everything with Laurent’s threats, and the way Mikael had reacted to them and talked about it, he couldn’t exactly keep pretending that he didn’t feel it. There was a coil of fear about a mile long in the base of his stomach and some kind of guilt burning at the back of his throat. It took him another several tense moments before he finally managed to knock, and then gave a small shiver of fear, almost ice cold down his spine.
He held out the pastries he brought from Honeydukes (as if he knew how to cook) as the door opened and he stepped inside. “I brought you some pastries,” he said, holding them out like a peace offering.
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