- Messages
- 47
- Wand
- 17" Cherry Core Essence of a Pixie Wing
Alexander, a young man with the art of magic worshiped as though a god. He practiced daily and meditated hard. He was bent on becoming a Death Eater. As he walked around Brightstone, he noticed a particular inactivity to the place. Nobody was really there. The shops weren't closed. No matter, he kept walking. He saw out a vendor and recieved a butterbeer. He was wearing all black as usual. Everything else didn't fit him.
He walked further down the lane and sat down on a bench. Not knowing that one of the boards were missing he fell threw and spilled his drink over himself. Frusterated, he cursed loudly and began to walk.
He walked further down the lane and sat down on a bench. Not knowing that one of the boards were missing he fell threw and spilled his drink over himself. Frusterated, he cursed loudly and began to walk.
- Out of Character:
- Lame post, but I was in a hurry. I'll have better ones.