Thomas Smith
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- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Pat
- Sexual Orientation
- Hetrosexual
- Wand
- Myrtle Wand 15 1/2" Core - Tail of Charmed Newt
- Age
- 5/2010
Thomas made his way up to the Ravenclaw house after a very unpleasant conversation with, who he thought to be, one of his best friends. Making his way along corridor after corridor he was in deep thought, How could this happen? Should I tell Autumn? he wondered.
Autumn even after a few weeks, butterflies fluttered in his stomach at the thought of her. This feeling overwhelmed him for a while, he let it go through him in hope that it would let him forget about Joceline.
After a few floors he was starting to forget about what happened in the dungeons and just thought about what to do once he saw Autumn again. "Ow!" He said out loud when he moved his right hand to put it in his pocket to take out his wand. Unsure why such a simple movement hurt him so he looked at his hand. It was bruised, with a number of scrathes on it. Then he remembered when his fist made contact with the dungeon wall, he was so consumed in anger he never even thought about his hand.
Realising he was on third floor he sighed and decided to go to Hospital Wing, just to be sure nothing was broken and maybe get something for the pain and take the swelling down. Entering the hospital wing he took a seat on an empty bed, the one he had carried Autumn to the night she passed out, the one where he had asked her out to the Yule Ball. Memories of that night flooded though him as he waited.
Autumn even after a few weeks, butterflies fluttered in his stomach at the thought of her. This feeling overwhelmed him for a while, he let it go through him in hope that it would let him forget about Joceline.
After a few floors he was starting to forget about what happened in the dungeons and just thought about what to do once he saw Autumn again. "Ow!" He said out loud when he moved his right hand to put it in his pocket to take out his wand. Unsure why such a simple movement hurt him so he looked at his hand. It was bruised, with a number of scrathes on it. Then he remembered when his fist made contact with the dungeon wall, he was so consumed in anger he never even thought about his hand.
Realising he was on third floor he sighed and decided to go to Hospital Wing, just to be sure nothing was broken and maybe get something for the pain and take the swelling down. Entering the hospital wing he took a seat on an empty bed, the one he had carried Autumn to the night she passed out, the one where he had asked her out to the Yule Ball. Memories of that night flooded though him as he waited.