- Messages
- 83
- OOC First Name
- Kiersten
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single (Not Looking)
- Wand
- Knotted 12 Inch Flexible Willow Wand with Veela Hair Core
- Age
- 18 (6/2046)
Mercury had been trying to make friends, but it wasn't as easy as everyone was telling her. Instead, she had resorted to creating her own space within an empty lavatory, because at least it was quiet. Last year, she'd been missing her fort in the woods behind her house, and this was somewhat the same. Thankfully, Mercury had made friends with one of the castle elves who promised to keep her belongings safe if she left them their over the break. As the Ravenclaw entered the very last stall, there was a dark bag stuffed in the waterless tank of the commode waiting to be back in her hands. Mercury climbed onto of the bowl to obtain it before jumping down and sitting on the floor, stall door left open. Out of the bag came a jewlery box holding probably 50 needles and a few stray matches from her transfiguration practice the year before, a few rogue ruins from her every day collection, two decks of cards, one tarot and one an ordinary playing set, a silver cloth about 3 times the size of the jewlery box, and a turquoise journal and quill. Laying out her collection, Mercury opened a small bag she'd pulled from her robe pocket and placed the extra ruins in it, returning them to their home. Out of her other pocket, she pulled a small bottle of ink, setting her journal up to write in. She'd been having odd dreams and visions for years, but since she'd started school, they'd become worse and more often. Someone, she didn't remember who, had suggested keeping track of them, which she was determined to do in one place. The one she had the night before was paticularly memorable, feeling very real as she started to write it down.