- Messages
- 242
- OOC First Name
- Pheeb
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Knotted 14 1/2 Inch Sturdy Oak Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 7/2032 (19)
For Isaac, attending his very last Yule Ball ever was a strange affair. He felt as though he'd come a full circle throughout his education, from joining Hogwarts and seeming as though he was only there for some fun and a break from his family, through to actually caring a little about the people he attending with, and back to only wanting to go for the entertainment. The seventh year would have happily stayed in his common room if were not his last year, but since he needed to make the most of his final event at Christmas, he was suited and booted and standing at the entrance to the hall. It was never quite as nice as the one put on by Hogwarts, but at least Ilvermorny didn't give him unrealistic expectations.
The Pukwudgie didn't consider himself shy, so much as he didn't think most of the people here were worth his time. However time was what he had on his side that day, It didn't matter who he spoke to or what he did. He was going to be a free man in just a couple of months, so why shouldn't do whatever he wanted? He'd worked hard in the past for friendships that had never stayed, and now even when he tried to make friends, they just didn't get him. So instead, for the final time, he had put on a mask of his own, and he walked through the hall with faked confidence, and nothing left to lose. He was smiling perhaps a little too widely at the students he passed, looking for something that would amuse him.
The Pukwudgie didn't consider himself shy, so much as he didn't think most of the people here were worth his time. However time was what he had on his side that day, It didn't matter who he spoke to or what he did. He was going to be a free man in just a couple of months, so why shouldn't do whatever he wanted? He'd worked hard in the past for friendships that had never stayed, and now even when he tried to make friends, they just didn't get him. So instead, for the final time, he had put on a mask of his own, and he walked through the hall with faked confidence, and nothing left to lose. He was smiling perhaps a little too widely at the students he passed, looking for something that would amuse him.