Vikare Castagnier
New Member
- Messages
- 3
- OOC First Name
- Liam
- Wand
- Knotted 12 Inch Unyielding Vine Wand with Kelpie Hair Core
- Age
- 3/2026
Just yesterday he had arrived in Obsidian Harbor and today he was again departing. Vikare's fourteen years of life had always been a tale of drastically changing chapters. Because of his parents' occupation, his family was travelling a lot. He had basically be calling home a flying caravan which one day it was literally parked next to Easter Islands monumental statues and the next day, it was flying over glaciers in western Patagonia. If he was asked whether he liked this lifestyle, he wouldn't hesitate to reply that he loved it. However, his family had just yesterday moved to their new apartment and he wished he didn't have to leave just the next morning but stay, help around and claim the biggest bedroom before his younger siblings were going to do so.
Vikare was accustomed to tutoring. A boarding school was something he had never considered but his parents were adamant about their decision. They simply couldn't let him fall even more behind with his education so they found a wizarding school close to the areas they were going to visit for their future magazine issues. His farewells with his family at the platform before catching the train, had left him with a bittersweet taste. At the same time, he was looking forward to this new experience and the inspiration it was going to provide him. Everything he was witnessing and experiencing could turn into inspiration for the stories and the music he was writing. The quiet compartment he had found full of baggage and owl cages wasn't exactly the spot that could offer inspiration, but it was still better than the other packed ones. While he hadn't got much sleep the previous night, maybe he could take a nap undisturbed.
He leaned his head against the compartment's window and placed his legs on the empty seat opposite to him, his arms crossed against his chest. The shifting landscapes outside just didn't allow him to keep his eyes closed. So with the company of Moogle, his blue pygmy puffskein which was basking on his head, he enjoyed New Zealand's countryside passing outside his window. A nostalgic melody flooded his head and his fingers itched for his guitar which was laying on the seat next to him but at the same time, he didn't feel comfortable to play while strangers could listen. He tried to ignore his stuffed compartment and focus on the passing hills and the banks of clouds gliding on the sky.
Vikare was accustomed to tutoring. A boarding school was something he had never considered but his parents were adamant about their decision. They simply couldn't let him fall even more behind with his education so they found a wizarding school close to the areas they were going to visit for their future magazine issues. His farewells with his family at the platform before catching the train, had left him with a bittersweet taste. At the same time, he was looking forward to this new experience and the inspiration it was going to provide him. Everything he was witnessing and experiencing could turn into inspiration for the stories and the music he was writing. The quiet compartment he had found full of baggage and owl cages wasn't exactly the spot that could offer inspiration, but it was still better than the other packed ones. While he hadn't got much sleep the previous night, maybe he could take a nap undisturbed.
He leaned his head against the compartment's window and placed his legs on the empty seat opposite to him, his arms crossed against his chest. The shifting landscapes outside just didn't allow him to keep his eyes closed. So with the company of Moogle, his blue pygmy puffskein which was basking on his head, he enjoyed New Zealand's countryside passing outside his window. A nostalgic melody flooded his head and his fingers itched for his guitar which was laying on the seat next to him but at the same time, he didn't feel comfortable to play while strangers could listen. He tried to ignore his stuffed compartment and focus on the passing hills and the banks of clouds gliding on the sky.