- Messages
- 907
- OOC First Name
- Anna
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- Engaged
- Sexual Orientation
- Homosexual
- Wand
- Straight 12 Inch Flexible Ash Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 35
Archie left his graduation thinking he would never return to school again, yet there he was returning to teach a class only a couple of years later and he could not be more excited. The freedom of being an adult was an experience like no other and Archie loved spending his time exactly how he wanted, without the pressure of grades and school clubs looming on his shoulders. But no matter the freedom he now had as a graduate, he always thought back on his time at school missing the many memories made with Orwell and his other friends. In that sense it was almost surreal to walk the school halls again without Orwell by his side nor Jean who had passed away and it was furthermore surreal to have a sense of authority as a 'professor' regardless of it being temporary. Archie however did not have much time to linger on these many thoughts as he walked the halls that morning with a purpose in mind to find one of his other friends. A fellow Gryffindor who was a few years younger than him and still young enough to be in school but a friend nonetheless.
Archie approached the great hall and the Gryffindor table, feeling out of place although at home at the same time as he spotted Lizzie and sat next to her in a manner that he hoped would not draw her attention. He pulled a plate closer to him and placed two pieces of toast on top of it, before clearing his throat. "Pass the butter, please." He said to Lizzie, wondering how long it would take for the girl to realize who exactly she was passing the butter to.
Archie approached the great hall and the Gryffindor table, feeling out of place although at home at the same time as he spotted Lizzie and sat next to her in a manner that he hoped would not draw her attention. He pulled a plate closer to him and placed two pieces of toast on top of it, before clearing his throat. "Pass the butter, please." He said to Lizzie, wondering how long it would take for the girl to realize who exactly she was passing the butter to.