- Messages
- 35
- OOC First Name
- Kadi
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Wand
- Straight 11 1/2 Inch Swishy Spruce Wand with Billywig Stinger Core
- Age
- 03/2052 (11)
Open after Daphne posts with Logan Ashworth
Doyle still felt like he was in a dream most days. But then he'd stub his toe or burn his tongue on breakfast and remember that all this was in fact very real. In some ways it was easier to actually be here at school. The waiting and wondering at home had been like torture at least here he could touch and see things for himself. He was still getting used to it all, the candles, the parchment, the ghosts! Doyle felt a shiver go down his spine and he looked over his shoulder quickly but there was nothing there. At least his roommates seemed nice and the food was pretty good. Neither his dad or his grandfather were particularity good cooks so it was nice, even if he did miss his constant access to snacks, and his video games, and his music. With a sigh he looked back to the portrait on the wall he was certain was staring at him. He had seen some of the other ones move but this one seemed to be still except the eyes. He narrowed his eyes and leaned in a little closer. But before he could see anything move he felt something or someone slam into his side and suddenly he was being knocked off his feet.
Doyle still felt like he was in a dream most days. But then he'd stub his toe or burn his tongue on breakfast and remember that all this was in fact very real. In some ways it was easier to actually be here at school. The waiting and wondering at home had been like torture at least here he could touch and see things for himself. He was still getting used to it all, the candles, the parchment, the ghosts! Doyle felt a shiver go down his spine and he looked over his shoulder quickly but there was nothing there. At least his roommates seemed nice and the food was pretty good. Neither his dad or his grandfather were particularity good cooks so it was nice, even if he did miss his constant access to snacks, and his video games, and his music. With a sigh he looked back to the portrait on the wall he was certain was staring at him. He had seen some of the other ones move but this one seemed to be still except the eyes. He narrowed his eyes and leaned in a little closer. But before he could see anything move he felt something or someone slam into his side and suddenly he was being knocked off his feet.