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- Madz
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- Faxen's ❤
- Wand
- Alder Wand 13 3/4" Essence of Dragon Heartstring
- Age
- 36/2013
Dymetris sent a letter to Faxen through the owerly, making it less obvious about their secret. It was different havent to act this way, when most people who knew about them knew they were friends already. Still he wanted to take careful measure in being around her now that he was all lusting over and his mind could not help it when he thought about Faxen all day and all the time. Some of the image he spared to ever speak about them. He would think of something else, something rancid and eventually he would be fine to keep her out of his mind for a while. The few passing in the hallways and in the classroom he would act friendly towards her, but never impulsive enough to kiss her. Plus it was PDA in school; he would not risk getting in trouble for that or for cheating. So he was able to tolerate her a few hours period of time.
Dymetris walked down the corridors, passing by a group of students. He smiled at them; a few he noticed were in Hufflepuff. Some have recognize him from the game, he could hear one say how he should have won the game. The Hufflepuff twisted the end of his long braid; he felt the same way about that match. Still he got over it quickly; there will be next year to improve in quidditch. The teen rounded the corner heading down the darkest part of the school. He hardly made trips here, though its all worth it to be here with Faxen. He twisted his braid once more and let it fall behind him. He waited outside an abounded room, one that had chairs and such inside for them to use. Lets wait and see if Faxen got his letter earlier that day.
Dymetris walked down the corridors, passing by a group of students. He smiled at them; a few he noticed were in Hufflepuff. Some have recognize him from the game, he could hear one say how he should have won the game. The Hufflepuff twisted the end of his long braid; he felt the same way about that match. Still he got over it quickly; there will be next year to improve in quidditch. The teen rounded the corner heading down the darkest part of the school. He hardly made trips here, though its all worth it to be here with Faxen. He twisted his braid once more and let it fall behind him. He waited outside an abounded room, one that had chairs and such inside for them to use. Lets wait and see if Faxen got his letter earlier that day.