- Messages
- 103
- OOC First Name
- Cole
- Wand
- Yew Wand 14" Essence of Fairy Dust
- Age
- 8/2017
Ademar could not believe what he had gotten himself into. He had told himself the positives over and over again. it was the dinky little motel, and it was going to be a nice family, with a nice house, and nice food. Though the cons majorly outweighed the pros. He didn't like magic, he didn't know these people, he had nothing to give them, and he was just upset in general to be around the cheery Gryffindor and his all magical family. Ademar felt guilty that he was judging them though; Samual was obviously nice. He wanted Ademar to have a great place over the holidays since he was alone. And the thoughts of loneliness came back to him slowly. He missed his mother, his sisters, his brothers; for goodness sake, he even missed his father. As judgmental as his father was, it was his papa; he had raised him. Ademar looked down sadly at the yellow piece of paper that had the address written on it. It was now or never.
it might have sounded silly, but the inky motel sounded nice about now. At least there, he could mope in silence. He though of his sister Addie now; where was she? Was she better. He had heard she went on her rumspringa. That was exciting; she was a doctor he was sure. She had dreamed of it since falling ill, after all. He smiled slightly at that thought. She was who he missed most of all. They had always been so close. With that thought, Ademar realized he had just been standing staring at the piece of paper in his hands. He double checked again to make sure he was in the right place; he was. He then knocked slowly on the door. Once, then twice. He pulled his hand away and left it at his side. He was well dressed in semi-formal cloths. Dress pants, white button up and a black vest. He was always very formal. He heard the door creak open,a dn prepared himself for the holidays; they would be long this year.
it might have sounded silly, but the inky motel sounded nice about now. At least there, he could mope in silence. He though of his sister Addie now; where was she? Was she better. He had heard she went on her rumspringa. That was exciting; she was a doctor he was sure. She had dreamed of it since falling ill, after all. He smiled slightly at that thought. She was who he missed most of all. They had always been so close. With that thought, Ademar realized he had just been standing staring at the piece of paper in his hands. He double checked again to make sure he was in the right place; he was. He then knocked slowly on the door. Once, then twice. He pulled his hand away and left it at his side. He was well dressed in semi-formal cloths. Dress pants, white button up and a black vest. He was always very formal. He heard the door creak open,a dn prepared himself for the holidays; they would be long this year.