- Messages
- 43
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- It's Complicated
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Knotted 11 1/2 Inch Rigid Blackthorn Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
- Age
- 07/2048
The castle was different and yet eerily similar to the one in Scotland. She supposed in a lot of ways that made sense since they were sister schools, but it was still rather odd to her. She would go looking for a bathroom only to find a supply closet and where she would expect to find a corridor, she would find a portrait room. It wasn't helping. She sighed, her gaze sweeping the Great Hall as she made her way down to the Slytherin table, her fingers trailing absentmindedly over the wood of the bench as she passed. She wasn't sure she would ever get used to her new schedule, let alone the sprawling layout of the castle, which seemed bigger in comparison, and the constant surprises were beginning to wear thin and she'd only been here barely a day. Her housemates were loud and unfamiliar, chatting about things she didn’t understand, and for the first time in a long while, she felt a pang of isolation.
That was until her eyes landed on a familiar figure sitting at the Gryffindor table. Theodore Nightray. Theo. For a moment, Aura blinked, certain her eyes were deceiving her. But no, there he was, his dark hair unmistakable, his posture as self-assured as always. A sly grin tugged at her lips as she changed course, weaving her way through the scattered students until she reached the Gryffindor table. "Theo Nightray you absolute monster," she said, her tone teetering between amusement and smug satisfaction as she slid onto the bench across from him, ignoring the curious looks of the Gryffindors nearby (or the taller curly haired boy slightly further down). "Did you miss me that much you couldn't bear to be apart from me?" Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief as she rested her chin in her hand, her confident demeanor firmly back in place now that she wasn’t the only transfer in the room. "If you'd told me you were coming, we'd have let you stay at mine."
That was until her eyes landed on a familiar figure sitting at the Gryffindor table. Theodore Nightray. Theo. For a moment, Aura blinked, certain her eyes were deceiving her. But no, there he was, his dark hair unmistakable, his posture as self-assured as always. A sly grin tugged at her lips as she changed course, weaving her way through the scattered students until she reached the Gryffindor table. "Theo Nightray you absolute monster," she said, her tone teetering between amusement and smug satisfaction as she slid onto the bench across from him, ignoring the curious looks of the Gryffindors nearby (or the taller curly haired boy slightly further down). "Did you miss me that much you couldn't bear to be apart from me?" Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief as she rested her chin in her hand, her confident demeanor firmly back in place now that she wasn’t the only transfer in the room. "If you'd told me you were coming, we'd have let you stay at mine."