- Messages
- 474
- OOC First Name
- Clairey
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Asexual
- Wand
- Knotted 9 Inch Rigid Laurel Wand with Boomslang venom Core
- Age
- 5/2033
Mervyn could just about stand the sight of his own blood, but if it belonged to somebody else, a mere drop could make him feel dizzy. Visibly broken bones or dislocated joints were even worse. Miserable as he'd felt when he fallen off his broom during his Quidditch tryout, in hindsight, he was relieved not to have made the team. A teeny, tiny part of him - the part that wasn't happy and proud - wished Leda hadn't made it either, so that he wouldn't have to watch her dodge bludgers every time Slytherin played. As a seeker, she was perhaps the beaters' most targeted player. That was how it had felt today, anyway.
Standing outside the hospital wing door, Mervyn ground his teeth. He knew, logically, he didn't have to be frightened. By now everybody's injuries had surely been tended to, all dislocated arms popped back into place. He shuddered, leaning back against the wall and clenching his hands into fists. You're pathetic, he told himself, resisting the urge to kick or punch something. What kind of friend was he, that he couldn't even support his best friend when she got hurt? Hearing footsteps approach the door, Mervyn quickly straightened up and smiled, ready to appear nonchalant in case it was Leda.
Standing outside the hospital wing door, Mervyn ground his teeth. He knew, logically, he didn't have to be frightened. By now everybody's injuries had surely been tended to, all dislocated arms popped back into place. He shuddered, leaning back against the wall and clenching his hands into fists. You're pathetic, he told himself, resisting the urge to kick or punch something. What kind of friend was he, that he couldn't even support his best friend when she got hurt? Hearing footsteps approach the door, Mervyn quickly straightened up and smiled, ready to appear nonchalant in case it was Leda.