- Messages
- 474
- OOC First Name
- Clairey
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Asexual
- Wand
- Knotted 9 Inch Rigid Laurel Wand with Boomslang venom Core
- Age
- 5/2033
Mervyn hated libraries. No - he didn't just hate them - there was no place on earth he wouldn't rather have been than inside one. Books, books everywhere; books about history; books about divination; books about dark arts and spells and werewolves. Merlin, could anything be more dull than reading? Without a shadow of a doubt, if Mervyn could have had any superpower, he'd have given himself the ability to absorb all the information inside a book just by touching it. Then he would never have to read again!
Until that day came, however, visiting the library once or twice a week had become a necessary evil. Mervyn didn't enjoy Defence Against the Dark Arts more than any other class, but his fear of Professor Styx inspired him to at least bother to do the homework, which meant he needed to read up about all sorts of dark magic for his assignments. That afternoon he was flipping through a book primarily covering the consequences for using such magic, hoping to find something useful to add to his pitifully short essay, when by mistake he stumbled across a passage about lycanthropy, the fancy term for being a werewolf. The Gryffindor frowned, doing a double take. The passage wasn't unkind, per se, but it certainly didn't cast werewolves in a very favourable light. That wasn't fair at all! Werewolves were human beings, after all. (Well, for most of the month.) Feeling a bit grumpy, Mervyn closed that book and opened the next, looking now more for passages of text he didn't like rather than for something to add to his essay.
Until that day came, however, visiting the library once or twice a week had become a necessary evil. Mervyn didn't enjoy Defence Against the Dark Arts more than any other class, but his fear of Professor Styx inspired him to at least bother to do the homework, which meant he needed to read up about all sorts of dark magic for his assignments. That afternoon he was flipping through a book primarily covering the consequences for using such magic, hoping to find something useful to add to his pitifully short essay, when by mistake he stumbled across a passage about lycanthropy, the fancy term for being a werewolf. The Gryffindor frowned, doing a double take. The passage wasn't unkind, per se, but it certainly didn't cast werewolves in a very favourable light. That wasn't fair at all! Werewolves were human beings, after all. (Well, for most of the month.) Feeling a bit grumpy, Mervyn closed that book and opened the next, looking now more for passages of text he didn't like rather than for something to add to his essay.