- Messages
- 575
- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Saveli <3
- Wand
- Straight 10 1/2 Inch Whippy Cypress Wand with Erumpent Hide Core
- Age
- 12/2027 (feels about 90)
Reuben had visited Saveli in her English house numerous times, but he never really grew tired of just being in England. It was a beautiful country - or the part of it Saveli lived in was, anyway. The houses in her neighbourhood had all been built nearly a century ago - not just built for purpose, or practicality, but built for the eyes, sculpted into impressive statues that dominated the countryside for miles around. Reuben's house, which was actually just a renovated barn, wasn't really anything spectacular to look at either outside or in; but he supposed it was practical, and always warm, which was more than could be said for many.
The Thunderbird shivered, a fist emerging from inside his sleeve to knock at the door of Saveli's house. That was one thing he missed about New Zealand. Christmas in the summer! He'd just grown used to the luxury when he'd transferred to Ilvermorny, where Christmas was traditionally snowy. Much as he enjoyed eating and opening presents by firelight, he'd rather have been basking on the great lawn, watching daylight shrink reluctantly in the sky around about ten o'clock, when he would retire to bed with similar resistance. And his birthdays had always been longer, too. There was something about the sun going down at four o'clock in the afternoon that made birthdays a little less exciting, somehow.
Today, however, Reuben's excitement could not have been dampened by torrential thunderstorms and a sunset at noon. He was seventeen - an adult at last - and better yet, he was spending the evening with Saveli. Professor Pendleton (Reuben couldn't ever get used to calling him Monty) was staying the night at a friend's, which meant the two young adults had the entire house to themselves. Reuben's stomach did a little flip for every thought of what they might do: cuddle up by the fire, play a game, watch one of those Muggle films, press another flower for their collections (Reuben had started his own). Really, though, he didn't care what they did, because as long as Saveli was there with him, it was going to be the best birthday ever. Merlin, he did not think she could possibly have missed him and much as he had missed her.
The Thunderbird shivered, a fist emerging from inside his sleeve to knock at the door of Saveli's house. That was one thing he missed about New Zealand. Christmas in the summer! He'd just grown used to the luxury when he'd transferred to Ilvermorny, where Christmas was traditionally snowy. Much as he enjoyed eating and opening presents by firelight, he'd rather have been basking on the great lawn, watching daylight shrink reluctantly in the sky around about ten o'clock, when he would retire to bed with similar resistance. And his birthdays had always been longer, too. There was something about the sun going down at four o'clock in the afternoon that made birthdays a little less exciting, somehow.
Today, however, Reuben's excitement could not have been dampened by torrential thunderstorms and a sunset at noon. He was seventeen - an adult at last - and better yet, he was spending the evening with Saveli. Professor Pendleton (Reuben couldn't ever get used to calling him Monty) was staying the night at a friend's, which meant the two young adults had the entire house to themselves. Reuben's stomach did a little flip for every thought of what they might do: cuddle up by the fire, play a game, watch one of those Muggle films, press another flower for their collections (Reuben had started his own). Really, though, he didn't care what they did, because as long as Saveli was there with him, it was going to be the best birthday ever. Merlin, he did not think she could possibly have missed him and much as he had missed her.