- Messages
- 391
- OOC First Name
- Camilla
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Curly 16 Inch Unyielding Mahogany Wand with Augurey Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 17 (2 April 2047)
Oz was feeling somewhat refreshed. He'd had a nice break - even though his grandparents were somewhat frail, they were still in good health and he had spent a nice time with them. His grandfather had expressed pride in him and that made him a little more determined to put in more effort. And his grandmother had doted on him, which would have usually annoyed Oz but he could make an exception for her since at least she never treated him like he was fragile, or a baby. Even Audrey's sourness hadn't quite managed to dampen his mood. He'd almost have felt sorry for her if she wasn't so annoying.
The one thing he was a bit hesitant about though was his classmates. He got along fine with a few, like Airen and Hugo. Some who seemed alright but didn't really know well, like Conan or Santiago. Then there were some like June and Corn, and possibly even Rion, who were just unpleasant. But it wasn't as though he'd been actually trying to do much beyond just get by at school so far, keeping his head down and all. He knew he'd have to start being somewhat open about the goblin thing since it wasn't like he could justify how short he was comparatively. He just wasn't quite sure where to start. The clubs, he guessed, as he found himself greeted with the closed door of the defence club. Oz frowned, reaching for his wand. Storing his wand was surprisingly difficult, as he had had to have the pockets of his robes extended for how big his wand was compared to him. It was almost comical, seeing this boy pull his wand out of his pocket not unlike a clown pulling out scarf after scarf.
The one thing he was a bit hesitant about though was his classmates. He got along fine with a few, like Airen and Hugo. Some who seemed alright but didn't really know well, like Conan or Santiago. Then there were some like June and Corn, and possibly even Rion, who were just unpleasant. But it wasn't as though he'd been actually trying to do much beyond just get by at school so far, keeping his head down and all. He knew he'd have to start being somewhat open about the goblin thing since it wasn't like he could justify how short he was comparatively. He just wasn't quite sure where to start. The clubs, he guessed, as he found himself greeted with the closed door of the defence club. Oz frowned, reaching for his wand. Storing his wand was surprisingly difficult, as he had had to have the pockets of his robes extended for how big his wand was compared to him. It was almost comical, seeing this boy pull his wand out of his pocket not unlike a clown pulling out scarf after scarf.