Isaia Romanes
Former Ravenclaw & Head Boy / Gentle
- Messages
- 462
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Divorced
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Curved 9 1/2" Rigid Willow Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 12/2014
Isaia Romanes walked through the seventh floor corridor. As innocent as they come, the Ravenclaw boy was currently worried. Isabella had talked with him vaguely, telling him not to really worry about their parents, but one could not help it. Why not write back at least? And why not his little brother? Isaia bit his lip but he thought that maybe their owl was getting a little senile. His purple frog was currently hopping along side of him, and Isaia was holding a stack full of books. Isaia's hazel eyes were watching his frog, named Neevo. Really, he did not really even notice what he was doing, or even where he was going. However that was not the reason why something were to happen. Neevo was croaking musically, though Isaia had no idea whether this was a boy frog or a girl frog. Isaia moved his blonde hair from his eyes, and he smiled a bit, as he saw that the corridor was remotely empty. That was the best part, was that he was walking alone, for the most part. That is, until he was spotted. Isaia was a small, timid little boy, a good target for someone so heartless and uncaring.
It was none other than Doriano Knight. A boy that has been bullying little Isaia for the past year. Isaia did not even notice the unusually handsome boy as he walked past, and then he heard a rude insult. And before Isaia knew it, he had tripped, by the Trip Jinx. Isaia's books flew from his hands, falling at least four feet in front of him, while their owner kissed the floor. Isaia felt some of his limps groan in protest and practically scream at him for tripping in the first place. Neevo croaked loudly. Isaia slowly rose to his knees and hands, as if he were pleading or begging. Isaia could feel as if his knees were scrapped. He was in mild pain, but Isaia just squinted his eyes. He was tired of being bullied, and he did not know what he was going to do about it either.
It was none other than Doriano Knight. A boy that has been bullying little Isaia for the past year. Isaia did not even notice the unusually handsome boy as he walked past, and then he heard a rude insult. And before Isaia knew it, he had tripped, by the Trip Jinx. Isaia's books flew from his hands, falling at least four feet in front of him, while their owner kissed the floor. Isaia felt some of his limps groan in protest and practically scream at him for tripping in the first place. Neevo croaked loudly. Isaia slowly rose to his knees and hands, as if he were pleading or begging. Isaia could feel as if his knees were scrapped. He was in mild pain, but Isaia just squinted his eyes. He was tired of being bullied, and he did not know what he was going to do about it either.