- Messages
- 35
- Wand
- Straight 16 Inch Flexible Yew Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
- Age
- 10/2026
Perhaps this was one of those days that had Valery in a tight spot. He was unsure what he wanted to do today. Valery Matthias made his way down to the lawns, and decided that today was a day that he wanted to see the gardens. He heard that some gardens are beautiful, and he wanted to see it for himself. He asked some older students were the garden was, and he was pointed into the right direction. Valery smiled to himself as his red eyes focused on the gardens ahead. The sun kind of hurt his light eyes, so he put on a pair of sunglasses to conceal his eyes from harm. The red in them made it a little difficult to see in the light, and caused headaches. It was just a minor problem he had, and he was going to make the best of it, to his trip to the gardens. So far, he had yet to be stopped by anyone, and a part of him wished that someone would stop him so that he could make some more friends. He wanted to have a lot of friends. Would he be loved one day, like others loved his uncles and aunts?
The Gryffindor arrived to the gardens, and he looked around at the plants and the flowers. They were all so pretty. Someone took great care of them. Was it the Wild Patch Club? Maybe he needed to join that club? Wait, Valery did not even like plants that much. He just admired the way they looked. They were gorgeous, so how could he not? Valery smiled to himself, and started to hum a song from one of his many CDs. He memorized all the songs, so he could hum them quite easily. His hand reached out to touch a rose, his fingertips hitting right on the thorns. He hissed in pain as he noticed that he started to bleed. Without a second thought, he placed his finger in his mouth to get rid of the blood. It did not hurt, but he did not like the sight of blood that much. He and Troxa shared that feeling. Both fainted at the sight of blood.
The Gryffindor arrived to the gardens, and he looked around at the plants and the flowers. They were all so pretty. Someone took great care of them. Was it the Wild Patch Club? Maybe he needed to join that club? Wait, Valery did not even like plants that much. He just admired the way they looked. They were gorgeous, so how could he not? Valery smiled to himself, and started to hum a song from one of his many CDs. He memorized all the songs, so he could hum them quite easily. His hand reached out to touch a rose, his fingertips hitting right on the thorns. He hissed in pain as he noticed that he started to bleed. Without a second thought, he placed his finger in his mouth to get rid of the blood. It did not hurt, but he did not like the sight of blood that much. He and Troxa shared that feeling. Both fainted at the sight of blood.