Aras Ivanauskas
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- OOC First Name
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- Straight 13 Inch Unyielding Elm Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
Aras had left the Halloween feast of the great hall in a really foul mood. Just when he had the chance to teach the gryffindor girl a lesson, everything suddenly changed against him. He had poured some dreamless sleep potion in her drink in order to drug her and lock her in a cabinet but she had disappeared as he returned with the drinks. His hatred for this girl was only growing with each encounter they had. Thanks to his superhero costume consisting of a bird-themed suit, a pair of moving wings and a hawk-themed mask, he managed to keep his true identity secret. He had also consumed Volubilis potion to change his voice so, although he seemed to have been reminding her of someone, in the end she didn't recognize him behind his mask.
He searched the whole hall several times in hope to find her and finish his plan but he didn't succeed. He left the feast for a walk around the castle to collect himself. It was unbelievable how such a promising night ended so ingloriously. He was wandering aimlessly still dressed in his superhero costume, wearing his hawk mask. He was so underwhelmed that he didn't pay attention to the trick stairs he usually unconsciously avoided. His right foot sunk, as if the marble had suddenly liquified. He grabbed with both hands the stairs' railing to pull his leg that had sunk down to his knee. He tried several times but it was pointless. He was stuck for good. Now he had to wait and count on someone coming back early from the feast. If there was something that Aras really didn't like, that was asking others for help.
He searched the whole hall several times in hope to find her and finish his plan but he didn't succeed. He left the feast for a walk around the castle to collect himself. It was unbelievable how such a promising night ended so ingloriously. He was wandering aimlessly still dressed in his superhero costume, wearing his hawk mask. He was so underwhelmed that he didn't pay attention to the trick stairs he usually unconsciously avoided. His right foot sunk, as if the marble had suddenly liquified. He grabbed with both hands the stairs' railing to pull his leg that had sunk down to his knee. He tried several times but it was pointless. He was stuck for good. Now he had to wait and count on someone coming back early from the feast. If there was something that Aras really didn't like, that was asking others for help.