- Messages
- 721
- OOC First Name
- Raze
- Wand
- Straight 13 Inch Flexible Pine Wand with Thestral Tail Hair Core
- Age
- 7/2019
Raziel's not one to go around blaming people. On the off chance that he does screw up, he'll take full responsibility for it. It's pointless to push off the blame on someone else, especially when the truth will come out anyway. But really. IT'S NOT HIS FAULT. He had never realized that bacon could be so deadly. But once he pondered about it, poking the said meat with the fork on his hand, and took into consideration that bacon contained bacteria and a fat-laden nutritional content, both of which could potentially lead to disease and death, bacon just wasn't worth eating anymore. And so, it was not his fault that he pushed the plate aside, opting to not eat or even touch it again. It's not his fault that he didn't want to eat anymore. Though of course, he feels a little guilty. The house elves worked so hard to prepare the meal for the students, yet he chose not to eat the portion that he got. He had just totally wasted it. And in some way, he was to blame. But then again, it was still not his fault. It's the bacon's. No matter how silly it may sound. It is. And so, here he was, sitting with his knees hugged closed to himself, snapping the chocolate that he was holding in two. This would do. It's not like he'll die from not eating. He had his sweets with him, he'll be fine then.
His coal black eyes traveled this way and that, hands locked around one of his signature blonde curls, twisting and twirling it. The table before him now was completely empty, saved for the pile of playing cards to his right. He had nothing else to do for the day. It is a holiday, Christmas to be specific. And so, there were no classes for him to attend. There were students who had opted to go home and visit their families. But he didn't. He preferred to stay in the castle than to be locked up in their house with nothing but toys and books around him. Though of course, being in the castle didn't made that much different. He would still be surrounded by books considering that he's bound to stay in the library anyways, and he'll be surrounded by the toys that he brought with him. What makes the difference though, would be his surrounding. He'd love to learn more about the castle, learn more about the people around him. And that alone was enough to make him decide to stay despite his parents attempt of convincing him to go home through their letters. He started to look around, some students are busy talking to their friends, and here he was, alone. Thinking about what he should do to entertain himself, the young ravenclaw decided to play with his cards yet again. He liked playing with toys, he really did. With toys, he could imagine. He could be creative. Others would ask why, why did he bother? Why turn something into something else? His answer would be clear, and perfectly logical for him. It's because toys are so devastatingly simple. He didn't like those advanced toys that were being sold in the muggle market. A simple toy like say, some playing cards is what he prefers. It can easily cure the overwhelming boredom he would posses whenever he's left to his own devices. There are many ways one can go with playing some playing cards. One can build. And that is what he would do for now. His obsidian orbs took on a curious glint, and a faint, miniscule smile made his lips turn upwards. Slowly, he found himself building a large castle with intricate patterns. His breathing was slow as he carefully stacked the cards up, careful to not make a mistake. Because even is only one card falls, then the entire thing goes to ruin. Cut-off from the world around him, the young Ravenclaw continued with what he was doing, occasionally stopping to get a bite on his chocolate, undisturbed and not minding the sound that his stomach would sometimes make reminding him that he had not eaten anything except for his chocolates for now.
<i></i>His coal black eyes traveled this way and that, hands locked around one of his signature blonde curls, twisting and twirling it. The table before him now was completely empty, saved for the pile of playing cards to his right. He had nothing else to do for the day. It is a holiday, Christmas to be specific. And so, there were no classes for him to attend. There were students who had opted to go home and visit their families. But he didn't. He preferred to stay in the castle than to be locked up in their house with nothing but toys and books around him. Though of course, being in the castle didn't made that much different. He would still be surrounded by books considering that he's bound to stay in the library anyways, and he'll be surrounded by the toys that he brought with him. What makes the difference though, would be his surrounding. He'd love to learn more about the castle, learn more about the people around him. And that alone was enough to make him decide to stay despite his parents attempt of convincing him to go home through their letters. He started to look around, some students are busy talking to their friends, and here he was, alone. Thinking about what he should do to entertain himself, the young ravenclaw decided to play with his cards yet again. He liked playing with toys, he really did. With toys, he could imagine. He could be creative. Others would ask why, why did he bother? Why turn something into something else? His answer would be clear, and perfectly logical for him. It's because toys are so devastatingly simple. He didn't like those advanced toys that were being sold in the muggle market. A simple toy like say, some playing cards is what he prefers. It can easily cure the overwhelming boredom he would posses whenever he's left to his own devices. There are many ways one can go with playing some playing cards. One can build. And that is what he would do for now. His obsidian orbs took on a curious glint, and a faint, miniscule smile made his lips turn upwards. Slowly, he found himself building a large castle with intricate patterns. His breathing was slow as he carefully stacked the cards up, careful to not make a mistake. Because even is only one card falls, then the entire thing goes to ruin. Cut-off from the world around him, the young Ravenclaw continued with what he was doing, occasionally stopping to get a bite on his chocolate, undisturbed and not minding the sound that his stomach would sometimes make reminding him that he had not eaten anything except for his chocolates for now.