Camelia Vetrova
Samoan / Surfer / Free Spirit
- Messages
- 148
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Curly 11 Inch Sturdy Pear Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 7/2031
Camelia Kyle rushed her hair and thought about putting a fake flower in it, before dubbing it to be a little too much. She looked down at her dress, with clear wedges on her feet. The dress was her mothers when she was her age, having saved it for something like this. Camelia could not believe that it fit her perfectly, like it did now. She was asked by Octavian a couple of weeks ago, which forced Camelia to hurry and get something to wear since she did not plan on attending. Her dress was white as snow, and sparkled in the light. Camelia swallowed hard, not sure why she was nervous about tonight. Sure, she would be spending it with her future husband, but it was not like she was invited by anyone else. Camelia was a little too focused on flying a broom without the Quidditch part. Camelia did not want to join the team because she didn't want to make it awkward with Octavian's ex-girlfriend on the team. The young Gryffindor took a deep breath and made her way through the corridors. She didn't want to meet him outside of the common room. Instead, she hurried, but not too fast because she would definitely trip in this dress. There was not enough room for her legs to move as freely as she wanted. Camelia descended the stairs, her hand on the side rail, careful not to trip. Camelia smiled softly to herself as she reached the floor. From there, she waited for him to arrive, unless he was already there and she wasn't looking in the right direction.