- Messages
- 830
- OOC First Name
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- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4 Essence of Silver Thistle
- Age
- 1/2017
Hogwarts was changing too quickly, the last stretches of semester was melting away into a new term. Something about going into Muggle London or rather, throwing students into Muggle London to see how well they could hide their status as witches and wizards. Every single student was required to do this. Yerik hadn't bothered checking anything yet, as he always paraded the streets of London since he was a kid. After all he was born in Europe and mostly traveled the world.After several moments of staring at the cool tiles beneath him, Yerik Rhys started up and looked around. He was sitting cross-legged in the trophy room of Hogwarts, right in front of the Quidditch ones.
The room was brightly lit by the sunlight outside. The trophies were gleaming. The boy could make out several names on the trophies and medals, none of which he recognized, but all of which he admired. Quidditch. Quidditch. He loved Quidditch fiercely, and he wouldn't missed it wildly, and now that he was a part of their Quidditch team. He craved the feeling of weightlessness, the feeling of being in the sky. The air charged him with energy that he never possessed on the ground; he needed that air, he needed that energy.With a shove that sent his head spinning, the boy stood up to examine the trophies more closely. Once, he had imagined his own name emblazoned upon one of them, safe and gleaming.
The room was brightly lit by the sunlight outside. The trophies were gleaming. The boy could make out several names on the trophies and medals, none of which he recognized, but all of which he admired. Quidditch. Quidditch. He loved Quidditch fiercely, and he wouldn't missed it wildly, and now that he was a part of their Quidditch team. He craved the feeling of weightlessness, the feeling of being in the sky. The air charged him with energy that he never possessed on the ground; he needed that air, he needed that energy.With a shove that sent his head spinning, the boy stood up to examine the trophies more closely. Once, he had imagined his own name emblazoned upon one of them, safe and gleaming.