- Messages
- 134
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Gnarled 16 Inch Malleable Hemlock Wand with Hag Hair Core
- Age
- 12/2029
Solomon's fourth year of Hogwarts had turned out to be rather lackluster in all, and with it already drawing to a close, it was safe to say that the fact wouldn't be changing anytime soon. The metamorphmagus was quickly growing bored with the school and what it had to offer, or more accurately, the distinct lack of what it had to offer. It had come to the point he had very briefly considered trying out for the Slytherin quidditch team, as flying was all he felt like Anthony and Merrill ever talked about when the three of them were together. That idea had left his mind as quickly as it had come, however, considering the fact Solomon didn't know the first thing about quidditch and its confusing rules and gameplay, nor did he even remotely enjoy just watching the sport. The last thing he wanted in his life was to fly around recklessly in the sky, with the potential of getting struck by a ball of solid metal, or colliding with another player. No, thank you. He'd visited Anthony in the Hospital Wing to know that wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. Yet his friends continued to do that to their hearts content, and that was their prerogative. For Solomon, he was fine planted firmly on the ground, working on his studies and potions, though at this stage he felt that he could learn just as much, if not more than he was now by being home-schooled. There was so many useless subjects and distractions, from poltergeists to trivial feasts.
As it was, Solomon was stuck with Hogwarts. At the very least, one of the few upsides to the castle and its grounds was the fact it contained its own, seemingly limitless supplies of potion ingredients, which he didn't quite have the privilege of at home. There was no shortage of magical creatures, or magical herbs in the many, many greenhouses, a place Solomon was spending more and more time. He enjoyed the time alone, when no classes were taking place to disturb his work, and despite its glass walls, it was secluded enough from the school that it felt like a haven of privacy. At times, Merrill would join him, and he liked that, but for the most part, such as now, he sat alone, surrounded by books, vials and plants that he'd either grown himself, or "borrowed" from around the classrooms. No one would notice a few missing leaves and petals, and so far, it seemed no one had. So, secateurs in hand, he clipped at various plants around him and tied bundles of herbs with twine, depositing them in an empty cauldron to take back to his dormitory. For months now, he'd been trying to brew something new, something no one had ever seen before, but as a fourth year he only had access to so much. The thought of sneaking in to the potions supply cupboard to get his hands on some of the rarer ingredients was a tempting one, and one he felt he had an advantage to pull off, but until he had a solid plan in mind, he was content to sit in peace and continue to quietly work away for as long as he could.
<i></i>As it was, Solomon was stuck with Hogwarts. At the very least, one of the few upsides to the castle and its grounds was the fact it contained its own, seemingly limitless supplies of potion ingredients, which he didn't quite have the privilege of at home. There was no shortage of magical creatures, or magical herbs in the many, many greenhouses, a place Solomon was spending more and more time. He enjoyed the time alone, when no classes were taking place to disturb his work, and despite its glass walls, it was secluded enough from the school that it felt like a haven of privacy. At times, Merrill would join him, and he liked that, but for the most part, such as now, he sat alone, surrounded by books, vials and plants that he'd either grown himself, or "borrowed" from around the classrooms. No one would notice a few missing leaves and petals, and so far, it seemed no one had. So, secateurs in hand, he clipped at various plants around him and tied bundles of herbs with twine, depositing them in an empty cauldron to take back to his dormitory. For months now, he'd been trying to brew something new, something no one had ever seen before, but as a fourth year he only had access to so much. The thought of sneaking in to the potions supply cupboard to get his hands on some of the rarer ingredients was a tempting one, and one he felt he had an advantage to pull off, but until he had a solid plan in mind, he was content to sit in peace and continue to quietly work away for as long as he could.