- Messages
- 396
- OOC First Name
- Sarah
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Straight 10 1/2 Inch Whippy Larch Wand with Vampire Blood Core
- Age
- 18
Demetrius was home for a brief stint, and he didn't really know what to think of it. His life seemed to stagnate somewhat - not that he didn't enjoy his new internship, but compared to everything that happened at Hogwarts everything felt...slower. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe slow was good. Still, his parents were not necessarily the happiest with his career choice. Once they found out there was such a thing as a government job, and that Demetrius had missed out on that because of his subject choices, they weren't the most impressed. Demetrius' brother was doing better, in their eyes and in Demetrius' too, but that was a given. Demetrius couldn't bring himself to resent his brother despite it all - he'd always been there for him - but a tinge of jealousy couldn't be denied.
As it was, Demetrius was visiting the beach. It wasn't the best time of year for it, but he needed fresh air and to get away from his family for a moment. Whites Bay was Demetrius' favourite in the area. It wasn't a big beach by any means, and curved in quite a bit, but it was picturesque. Demetrius stood on the sands looking out to sea. He wasn't big on swimming, due to his irrational fear of sharks, and the water wasn't exactly warm to begin with at this time of year. Not yet. The wind rushed through his hair, probably due for a haircut if he was being honest, as he listened to the waves crash against the sand over and over. It calmed him, revitalised him. He took in a deep breath and then released it slowly. This was what he'd needed.
As it was, Demetrius was visiting the beach. It wasn't the best time of year for it, but he needed fresh air and to get away from his family for a moment. Whites Bay was Demetrius' favourite in the area. It wasn't a big beach by any means, and curved in quite a bit, but it was picturesque. Demetrius stood on the sands looking out to sea. He wasn't big on swimming, due to his irrational fear of sharks, and the water wasn't exactly warm to begin with at this time of year. Not yet. The wind rushed through his hair, probably due for a haircut if he was being honest, as he listened to the waves crash against the sand over and over. It calmed him, revitalised him. He took in a deep breath and then released it slowly. This was what he'd needed.