- Messages
- 18,304
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Pansexual
- Wand
- Cypress/Ebony Mix 14" Core of Basilisk Fang; Black Walnut/Maple 12 3/4" Essense of Silver Thistle
- Age
- October 31, 2007 - November 7, 2039
Hadan took a shortcut from her Astronomy class, and began to walk down the corridor, finding herself on the Fifth Floor. She rolled her eyes at her miscalculation and shrugged lightly in her mind. Her eyes took on a ruby-like state. Cold and distant. Her hair flowed to the left side of her Slytherin uniform. The Third Year spotted someone that looked oddly familiar headed in the opposite direction. Hadan, almost not even thinking, waved at the common girl, the Slytherin, and continued walking. She decided that she could read the letter she received from Dietrich early that morning, and Hadan knew that she had developed some feelings for her best friend over the summer.
Dietrich, though, to her knowledge, was completely gay now. She leaned up against the stone wall, and took out the letter and read it silently. Not even a flicker of a smile touched her lips. Just a letter that told her of his times at Durmstrang. Nothing more or less. And he had inquired how she was doing with her own training, which had been working. And still is. She had not felt her anger is so long. It was gone, so she thought. She folded the letter back, and stared ahead at a few first years that passed. She turned to leave, before she pulled out the letter once more. She read over the changing colors once more, and wondered if Dietrich was still...possibly interested in girls. Was it possible? She did not know...
Dietrich, though, to her knowledge, was completely gay now. She leaned up against the stone wall, and took out the letter and read it silently. Not even a flicker of a smile touched her lips. Just a letter that told her of his times at Durmstrang. Nothing more or less. And he had inquired how she was doing with her own training, which had been working. And still is. She had not felt her anger is so long. It was gone, so she thought. She folded the letter back, and stared ahead at a few first years that passed. She turned to leave, before she pulled out the letter once more. She read over the changing colors once more, and wondered if Dietrich was still...possibly interested in girls. Was it possible? She did not know...