- Messages
- 87
- OOC First Name
- Mika
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Knotted 13 1/2 Inch Sturdy Cedar Wand with Basilisk Skin Core
- Age
- 17
The forbidden forest had become Wish's second home during her years at Hogwarts. The castle, being her first, of course. She didn't like to think of her actual house as home anymore. She didn't like who she was there, and how long it took to shake the mask of silence and obedience to avoid being a disappointment after she was back at school. Wish was always a little wobbly for a few weeks or months after breaks, and it was getting harder as she got older. Now that she was in her sixth year, her parents had started pushing harder about associating with the "right" sort of people. Wish had never understood it. There were all sorts of people who were perfectly fine, but her total lack of social ability ensured she rarely interacted with anybody. She preferred creatures, anyway, so it was only mildly heartbreaking.
Wish had taken up sketching after finding out that some creatures did not like to be photographed, and wanted to spend the afternoon observing a herd of thestrals she'd found a while back. She'd last seen them in the area of the forest she was familiar with, and was pleased to find they hadn't gone very far. After years of exploration, Wish had gotten decent at figuring out where the safer areas were for her to be. Sitting on a rock and opening her book to a half-finished drawing, Wish squinted at the page judgmentally. The wings were always so difficult to draw when they were tucked away and it irked her.
Wish had taken up sketching after finding out that some creatures did not like to be photographed, and wanted to spend the afternoon observing a herd of thestrals she'd found a while back. She'd last seen them in the area of the forest she was familiar with, and was pleased to find they hadn't gone very far. After years of exploration, Wish had gotten decent at figuring out where the safer areas were for her to be. Sitting on a rock and opening her book to a half-finished drawing, Wish squinted at the page judgmentally. The wings were always so difficult to draw when they were tucked away and it irked her.