- Messages
- 493
- OOC First Name
- Daphne
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual (Jason)
- Wand
- Knotted 11 Inch Whippy Oak Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 4/2028 (34)
After settling in at his new school and getting used to the differences between his home country and this one, Matthew was finally feeling up for some photography. His tour with Rory Night had given him a nice view of the grounds, and he had been itching to take some pictures of it ever since. The quidditch field would be fun too, he had noticed it when he had been trying out. That memory still embarrassed him, he hadn't done well at all in his own opinion. He had been hoping to befriend Reuben, the captain, but now he worried the other boy would think he was boring and bad at flying. And on top of all that, he still had no idea how to start looking for his sister. Part of him wanted to confide in a Professor and have some help that way, but what if they contacted his father? It was such a delicate issue, and he worried about taking too many risks. Besides, he still needed to think of what he would do or say once he found her. Coming here had been surprisingly easy, but now that he was living in the same building as his mysterious half-sister, he realized he had no clue of what he would even do if he saw her.
To take his mind of all these things, he had lugged his camera and supplies outside to take some nice shots of the castle and surrounding area. Unlike most wizards he knew, Matthew preferred to take photos and let them develop the muggle way. There was something special about a still image of a moment, without the artificial life instilled by magic that the moving pictures had. Not many people seemed to get that, least of all his father, but he didn't mind. It was just something he enjoyed. When he would finally write his letter to Leah (another thing weighing on his mind), he would include a copy of some of his photos. Surely she would get a kick out of seeing the place he was now, even if she probably already knew what it looked like through her family.
Matthew crouched down and peered through his camera in the direction of the castle, trying to get a shot of some of the higher towers from below. It still was jarring to him that this castle wasn't on top of a mountain, though he was sure the opposite would be true for anyone from here that visited Ilvermorny. At least it wasn't as misty here, taking pictures should be easier like this.
To take his mind of all these things, he had lugged his camera and supplies outside to take some nice shots of the castle and surrounding area. Unlike most wizards he knew, Matthew preferred to take photos and let them develop the muggle way. There was something special about a still image of a moment, without the artificial life instilled by magic that the moving pictures had. Not many people seemed to get that, least of all his father, but he didn't mind. It was just something he enjoyed. When he would finally write his letter to Leah (another thing weighing on his mind), he would include a copy of some of his photos. Surely she would get a kick out of seeing the place he was now, even if she probably already knew what it looked like through her family.
Matthew crouched down and peered through his camera in the direction of the castle, trying to get a shot of some of the higher towers from below. It still was jarring to him that this castle wasn't on top of a mountain, though he was sure the opposite would be true for anyone from here that visited Ilvermorny. At least it wasn't as misty here, taking pictures should be easier like this.