- Messages
- 501
- OOC First Name
- Clairey
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Straight 13 1/2 Inch Whippy Walnut Wand with Augurey Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 04/2047 (15)
Rion made it all the way to the entrance hall before the tears fell. She sat down on the base of a statue, gathering in her dress and hugging her knees. Weeks upon weeks she'd been looking forward to this night, hours upon hours she'd spent choosing her dress and pinning up her hair, and all of it had been ruined by one boy in the blink of an eye. Her crushed rose probably still lay on the dance floor now, being trampled on again and again. How could anybody do such a cruel thing? Why would they? Was it her? Had she offended him by admitting her feelings? She hadn't expected Horror - well, Terror - to fall madly in love with her, but he might have at least been flattered. Instead, he'd stolen from her what was supposed to be the most special night of the semester.
Her hand went to the yellow rose still tucked in her hair. She plucked it out and threw it on the ground. That was Hugo's rose. Oh, she was so stupid. Why had she ever bothered coming at all?
Her hand went to the yellow rose still tucked in her hair. She plucked it out and threw it on the ground. That was Hugo's rose. Oh, she was so stupid. Why had she ever bothered coming at all?