- Messages
- 125
- OOC First Name
- Birdie
- Sexual Orientation
- too young
- Wand
- Curved 15 Inch Swishy Mahogany Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 12/2029
Alaska had taken the time to write a letter for her family almost two weeks ago; she knew her mother was fretting all the way from America yet she hadn't found the time to send it away. The Slytherin girl liked to think she knew her way to the owlery, it was in a tower and thanks to astronomy class - she knew where the towers where. Holding her letter tightly, Alaska just kept climbing the stairs, she knew that either she'd meet a dead end, a classroom, or the owlery. All three were an easily solvable option. The girl's thoughts had wandered back to her family frequently since coming to New Zealand. She missed her little sister's quirks that usually annoyed her, her mother's nagging, and her father's pats on the shoulder. Alaska couldn't believe everything that drove her crazy, became the things she missed most. Suddenly feeling a wave of home sickness, the Slytherin hoped nobody else was coming or going from the owlery. Alaska never enjoying crying, especially not in front of other people; but one by one tears came from the girl's eyes. Quickly drying her tears as they came, Alaska's sleeve getting damper; the girl hoped to not look puffy, she didn't want to be seen as a crybaby. Not wanting to trip and fall to her death, Alaska sat on the edge of a stair wondering if she should send her letter.