Minoas Stratis
Animagus | Mercenary | Spell Inventor
- Messages
- 1,654
- OOC First Name
- Liam
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Olive Wood 15" Core of Aethonan Feather
- Age
- 30 (07/2007)
Minoas had the best holidays of his life. Unlike people who had stayed in New Zealand, he had enjoyed the bright sun and the summer weather of Greece. He had missed his homeland and his family's old home after a year away in New Zealand. He also had the opportunity to see his grandparents and spend some quality time with them. His mediterranean tan was pointing out the long hours he had spent at the sea, under the sun. He was recharged, relaxed and ready for his second year at Hogwarts, looking forward fo the Quidditch teams tryouts.
Before the holidays he had agreed with his friend Briar to teach him some of her awesome moves she had demonstrated during the last Quidditch match. Unfortunately, there was no time for him because of his exams and Briar's O.W.Ls. With his yesterday return, he was happy to find out that his owl, Athene, was having a letter for him. It was from Briar, telling him to meet her in the morning at the Quidditch pitch for some action. And there he was.
Althought the weather was chilling, the sun was out, brushing with its warm touch the tree tops of the forbidden forest.
Flashes of his rescue from the acromantulas, filled his mind and his lips shaped into a smile. But as soon as he saw the Quidditch pitch's towers with the houses' banners, waving at the freezing breeze, he casted away any other thought and just concentrated on Quidditch.
He entered inside the pitch, thankful that no one else was there. He found a small sun-showered area in the middle of the pitch and waited there for his friend as he was trying to warm up his cold hands.
Before the holidays he had agreed with his friend Briar to teach him some of her awesome moves she had demonstrated during the last Quidditch match. Unfortunately, there was no time for him because of his exams and Briar's O.W.Ls. With his yesterday return, he was happy to find out that his owl, Athene, was having a letter for him. It was from Briar, telling him to meet her in the morning at the Quidditch pitch for some action. And there he was.
Althought the weather was chilling, the sun was out, brushing with its warm touch the tree tops of the forbidden forest.
Flashes of his rescue from the acromantulas, filled his mind and his lips shaped into a smile. But as soon as he saw the Quidditch pitch's towers with the houses' banners, waving at the freezing breeze, he casted away any other thought and just concentrated on Quidditch.
He entered inside the pitch, thankful that no one else was there. He found a small sun-showered area in the middle of the pitch and waited there for his friend as he was trying to warm up his cold hands.