- Messages
- 498
- OOC First Name
- Ana. V
- Wand
- Walnut Wand 14 1/2" Essence of Vampire Blood
A reputation followed Ai now that the people of Hogwarts had gotten the chance of getting to know her a little better. It was not a good one. Ai was known as an abrasive girl that thought herself to be too smart to talk to anyone that didn't have an IQ matching her's and that seemed to dislike all boys no matter how smart they where. Today for once she didn't have a book in her hands but a violin. She had managed to get it into her trunk. Her grandmother had would have taken from her if she had known that she had wanted to take to school. Things would have ended worse if she had actually caught her taking it.
Still Ai had it and was playing a soft and very somber tune while she looked out at the cloudy sky. This was the weather that allowed her to come out of her seemingly protective cacoon. Ai's skin didn't take well to much sunlight. She burned easy and it took forever for the sunburn to go away. She did mind it though. Ai never liked the sunlight anyway. Too many people came out when the sun was out. Things where more pieceful and silent when the sky was dark and cloudy.
Notes that seemed to resemble the cry of a thousenad tormented souls begging for retrabution came from her voilin as she made the self invented song go darker and darker. It seemed to match what she was feeling and what was truly in her soul. Ai never tryed to hide it anyway. It was too much trouble and Ai had a thing against people that went against thier true nature. What she was playing on the violin was her truly and purly. It would scare the skin off people that where not prepared for it.
Still Ai had it and was playing a soft and very somber tune while she looked out at the cloudy sky. This was the weather that allowed her to come out of her seemingly protective cacoon. Ai's skin didn't take well to much sunlight. She burned easy and it took forever for the sunburn to go away. She did mind it though. Ai never liked the sunlight anyway. Too many people came out when the sun was out. Things where more pieceful and silent when the sky was dark and cloudy.
Notes that seemed to resemble the cry of a thousenad tormented souls begging for retrabution came from her voilin as she made the self invented song go darker and darker. It seemed to match what she was feeling and what was truly in her soul. Ai never tryed to hide it anyway. It was too much trouble and Ai had a thing against people that went against thier true nature. What she was playing on the violin was her truly and purly. It would scare the skin off people that where not prepared for it.