- Messages
- 86
- OOC First Name
- Abby
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Curly 17" Swishy Rosewood Wand with Basilisk Skin Core
- Age
- 3/2033 (20)
Cassander was glad to be back at Hogwarts because he could have some time to himself away from his siblings and cousins again. A lot of them did attend Hogwarts as well but they were all separated into different houses and years, so he still got his space when he wanted it. He hadn't told any of them of the Ravenclaw girl he'd met mostly because he didn't want them to think he had a crush on her. Because he didn't. He just wanted to mess with her. And besides, he liked to work alone, not have others ruin his fun.
So far he hadn't seen her yet since he'd been back at school, which was a shame, but he wasn't desperate enough to go looking for her, yet. He knew the club fair was today but that wasn't really his thing, so he simply went into the great hall to make sure his name was signed up for the SDA as it had been last year and then get out of there. He didn't want to linger around because none of the other clubs interested him. He would probably sign up for the Wild Patch club if it wasn't so...girly. He didn't like all the flower crowns and fruit and whatever else they did during their pride events. He wished it was more about herbology like the name suggested, but he didn't care enough to say anything about it. The Slytherin weaved through the crowd surrounding the Brotherhood and Heta Omega tables, always the most populated as usual, and tried to make for the exit.
So far he hadn't seen her yet since he'd been back at school, which was a shame, but he wasn't desperate enough to go looking for her, yet. He knew the club fair was today but that wasn't really his thing, so he simply went into the great hall to make sure his name was signed up for the SDA as it had been last year and then get out of there. He didn't want to linger around because none of the other clubs interested him. He would probably sign up for the Wild Patch club if it wasn't so...girly. He didn't like all the flower crowns and fruit and whatever else they did during their pride events. He wished it was more about herbology like the name suggested, but he didn't care enough to say anything about it. The Slytherin weaved through the crowd surrounding the Brotherhood and Heta Omega tables, always the most populated as usual, and tried to make for the exit.