Kaleb Styx
Retired Beater • Father • Finding his path
- Messages
- 1,650
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Divorced
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Knotted 10" Unyielding Blackthorn Wand with Augurey Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 9/2010
Kaleb managed to get his brother, Jaken, to share a dorm with him. Jaken obviously wasn't himself, as he had not spoken much since his return to the castle. Kaleb put on his Slytherin robes, loving the house he was in. The majority of the family was in Slytherin anyhow. Well, the ones that attended Hogwarts. Of course, there was an outcast, Austin, who was a Ravenclaw. Eh, that wasn't really that bad, was it? Kaleb combed his hair, going through the thoughts. He sprayed himself with Jaken's body cologne, which was not strong at all.
He stared in the mirror, and smirked, "Wow, I look good today." Snickering, he exited the Slytherin house, and went to explore around the castle. Within moments, he found himself on the fourth floor. He walked along the halls, with a void expression. He did not need to act until he saw a pretty girl. Kaleb could almost roll his eyes at himself. Sure, girls clung to him like magnets when he was in his acting form. He was supposedly the nicest, kindest, most caring person around. At least, that is how he made himself to be half the time. When he wasn't acting, he could care less about other people. Only those worthy. Kaleb stared down the hallway, making sure not to sure into anyone. He stopped by a window, and gazed out, "Whoa..." He saw the quidditch pitch, where he saw himself a few years from now.
He stared in the mirror, and smirked, "Wow, I look good today." Snickering, he exited the Slytherin house, and went to explore around the castle. Within moments, he found himself on the fourth floor. He walked along the halls, with a void expression. He did not need to act until he saw a pretty girl. Kaleb could almost roll his eyes at himself. Sure, girls clung to him like magnets when he was in his acting form. He was supposedly the nicest, kindest, most caring person around. At least, that is how he made himself to be half the time. When he wasn't acting, he could care less about other people. Only those worthy. Kaleb stared down the hallway, making sure not to sure into anyone. He stopped by a window, and gazed out, "Whoa..." He saw the quidditch pitch, where he saw himself a few years from now.