- Messages
- 501
- OOC First Name
- Clairey
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Straight 13 1/2 Inch Whippy Walnut Wand with Augurey Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 04/2047 (15)
Id-iot, Id-iot, Id-iot. Rion descended the staircase in a two-step rhythm, chanting internally as she went. She'd had one job. One job! Return Elvera's book. Or rather, return Professor Le Fey's book. She had promised her granddad she would do it for him first thing. There was no way she could forget; she had arranged her suitcase purposely so that it would be the first thing she saw when she opened it. But of course, she had forgotten. Flung aside in her excitement to unpack, the book had been lying under her bed for two days when she came across it completely by chance and bolted out of the common room with it clutched in both hands.
First she had tried Professor Le Fey's office. Finding it locked and getting no answer, she hurried down, down, down the tower, pausing to take directions from any other professors who had recently seen their colleague. These clues led her at last to the castle's entrance, where, across the puddle-streaked courtyard, she spotted Elvera. As their gazes met, Rion grinned and waved the book. No doubt the lady would remember her; but if somehow she did not, she was bound to recognise the book she had lent her granddad and put two and two together.
Rion knew not to run on wet stone. It was a mistake she had learned, forgotten, and learned again, at the expense of both ankles and a baby tooth. But in her eagerness to greet a familiar face, she sped up ever so slightly, and six paces later she learned a third time, at the expense of her hands and knees. The book somersaulted ahead of her, sustaining a dent to the spine before landing open on the dirty ground. The thought to retrieve it didn't cross her mind. She was still in shock, lying on the stones, her gritty, grazed hands starting to throb.
First she had tried Professor Le Fey's office. Finding it locked and getting no answer, she hurried down, down, down the tower, pausing to take directions from any other professors who had recently seen their colleague. These clues led her at last to the castle's entrance, where, across the puddle-streaked courtyard, she spotted Elvera. As their gazes met, Rion grinned and waved the book. No doubt the lady would remember her; but if somehow she did not, she was bound to recognise the book she had lent her granddad and put two and two together.
Rion knew not to run on wet stone. It was a mistake she had learned, forgotten, and learned again, at the expense of both ankles and a baby tooth. But in her eagerness to greet a familiar face, she sped up ever so slightly, and six paces later she learned a third time, at the expense of her hands and knees. The book somersaulted ahead of her, sustaining a dent to the spine before landing open on the dirty ground. The thought to retrieve it didn't cross her mind. She was still in shock, lying on the stones, her gritty, grazed hands starting to throb.