- Messages
- 179
- OOC First Name
- Rowan
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Pansexual
- Wand
- Curved 12 Inch Sturdy Reed Wand with Mermaid Scale Core
- Age
- 6/2042 (20)
Sixth year. It sounded so mature, so new. He knew this crisis should have come a year earlier, when he had entered the senior school, but Manaia had been distracted by his brother beginning Hogwarts. Now, though, there was nothing new to distract him from the fact that his time at school was quickly coming to an end. Next year he would be a seventh year and Marama would be starting, and then he would be gone, off on whatever path the future held. Suddenly every moment felt rare, special, something to be protected and cherished.
So he had been making the most of things, hanging out with his friends more and strengthening the bonds that really mattered. Today that bond had been with his brother, as Rāwhiti was desperate not to be turned away from the Quidditch team a third time. Manaia had spent the last hour on the pitch with him, firing bludgers at his brother while he raced after the snitch. It reminded him fondly of their backyard games as kids, and though Manaia had no interest in playing on a school team he did find himself missing the fun and community of a more casual game of Quidditch. The practice was over though, and Manaia had offered to pack up their things while Rāwhiti was showering and grtting changed. A small pang of loss hit him as he remembered his dad's trick for securing the bludgers in their case, closing the latch and trying not to think about all the family afternoons he would never have again. There was no good in dwelling on the past now.
So he had been making the most of things, hanging out with his friends more and strengthening the bonds that really mattered. Today that bond had been with his brother, as Rāwhiti was desperate not to be turned away from the Quidditch team a third time. Manaia had spent the last hour on the pitch with him, firing bludgers at his brother while he raced after the snitch. It reminded him fondly of their backyard games as kids, and though Manaia had no interest in playing on a school team he did find himself missing the fun and community of a more casual game of Quidditch. The practice was over though, and Manaia had offered to pack up their things while Rāwhiti was showering and grtting changed. A small pang of loss hit him as he remembered his dad's trick for securing the bludgers in their case, closing the latch and trying not to think about all the family afternoons he would never have again. There was no good in dwelling on the past now.