- Messages
- 520
- OOC First Name
- Camilla
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single (Not Looking)
- Wand
- Straight 14.5" Sturdy Walnut Wand with Boomslang Venom Core
- Age
- 18 (31/05/2045)
Yuelia had never seen this many people before in her life.
It wasn't even an especially busy time, she'd been told, but to her it was almost overwhelming. Her parents had decided that as she was getting to the age where she'd be attending a magical school, it was time she start engaging in the world around her and getting used to crowds.
Naturally, they had also been the ones to decide to keep her away from crowds until she was ten, an irony that Yuelia would surely come to understand in time.
Her father having gone to the Ministry for something or other, Yuelia found herself wandering by the edge of the harbour. She'd never even seen such a large body of water before! She wondered how wide and how deep it truly was, and how she'd ever be able to measure such a thing. Everything at home was measurable, was a known quantity. But there was so much, she was realizing, she didn't know.
A gust of wind blew her loose ribbon from her hair, and she turned her head to watch it dance on the breeze. "Oh, it's flying," she said out loud, staring at it in quiet contemplation. She wondered where it might go, what sights it might see, where the breeze would take it.
It wasn't even an especially busy time, she'd been told, but to her it was almost overwhelming. Her parents had decided that as she was getting to the age where she'd be attending a magical school, it was time she start engaging in the world around her and getting used to crowds.
Naturally, they had also been the ones to decide to keep her away from crowds until she was ten, an irony that Yuelia would surely come to understand in time.
Her father having gone to the Ministry for something or other, Yuelia found herself wandering by the edge of the harbour. She'd never even seen such a large body of water before! She wondered how wide and how deep it truly was, and how she'd ever be able to measure such a thing. Everything at home was measurable, was a known quantity. But there was so much, she was realizing, she didn't know.
A gust of wind blew her loose ribbon from her hair, and she turned her head to watch it dance on the breeze. "Oh, it's flying," she said out loud, staring at it in quiet contemplation. She wondered where it might go, what sights it might see, where the breeze would take it.