- Messages
- 14
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Knotted 9 Inch Swishy Larch Wand with Essence of Belladonna Core
- Age
- 10/2025
Leaving the confines of the Durmstrang Institute was an occurrence that did not happen often enough, but with the end of year holidays starting back up, Emeric was pleased to find himself able to roam freely in the outside world, away from all the classes, studying and schoolwork. Still, he did enjoy his time at the school. Even if he wasn't the most popular of kids, he had his siblings to help make things easier. Fenris kept the more aggressive of boys away from him and Lythande did the same for the girls, though neither of them really seemed to enjoy actually hanging out with him. They had their own friends and he understood that, they weren't all that into the same things he was. He spent more time in the gardens or around the Herbology greenhouses than anywhere else. His cousin Emmett would join him at times, bonding slightly through his interest in wandlore and Emeric's of plants, but even that was infrequent. It was okay though, he enjoyed the company his flowers and vegetables gave him. They listened when he spoke, albeit without much of a choice, and some of the more magical based were animate enough to make him feel like he wasn't just talking to a wall.
Leaving his vegetation was the hardest part of going home for the holidays, but the young boy was excited to find that there would be a Herbologist's Fair travelling across Europe. It's first few days were to be spent in Bulgaria, but his parents and siblings weren't all that curious to go. Even Emmett didn't much care for it. It had been a bit of a stretch, but Emeric ended up asking his eldest cousin to take him, one of the few people he spoke to who shared a fascination for the same subject as he. He didn't hold much hope as the man lived in New Zealand. However he was pleasantly surprised to hear back in no time at all, the man having come to visit family in Italy, which wasn't as far across the world.
So it was with a broad smile that Emeric approached the front of what appeared to be a towering, expansive greenhouse erected in an otherwise empty field, it's interior bursting with foliage dotted with coloured bulbs and flowers. His fingers fidgeted unconsciously with ropes of green as he gazed onward, looping stems of daisies to intertwine and form chains, coils of the white flora already decorating his arm. It wasn't something he did for the event specifically, but a general quirk. As he entered the fair, he was already eager to rush around to each stall and exhibit. His cousin seemed to notice, giving him permission to roam free as long as he checked back every hour and he did so without hesitation. not knowing where to start, he approached the nearest exhibit that caught his attention. A glass case housed a large, twisting willow sapling, its branches flexing on its own. "Woah." He breathed in awe, not having seen one in person before, even if it was only a baby. "It's beautiful." He spoke aloud, to no one in particular. He'd wanted one of the so called Whomping Willows of his own, but the trees were too rare and admittedly, too dangerous.
Leaving his vegetation was the hardest part of going home for the holidays, but the young boy was excited to find that there would be a Herbologist's Fair travelling across Europe. It's first few days were to be spent in Bulgaria, but his parents and siblings weren't all that curious to go. Even Emmett didn't much care for it. It had been a bit of a stretch, but Emeric ended up asking his eldest cousin to take him, one of the few people he spoke to who shared a fascination for the same subject as he. He didn't hold much hope as the man lived in New Zealand. However he was pleasantly surprised to hear back in no time at all, the man having come to visit family in Italy, which wasn't as far across the world.
So it was with a broad smile that Emeric approached the front of what appeared to be a towering, expansive greenhouse erected in an otherwise empty field, it's interior bursting with foliage dotted with coloured bulbs and flowers. His fingers fidgeted unconsciously with ropes of green as he gazed onward, looping stems of daisies to intertwine and form chains, coils of the white flora already decorating his arm. It wasn't something he did for the event specifically, but a general quirk. As he entered the fair, he was already eager to rush around to each stall and exhibit. His cousin seemed to notice, giving him permission to roam free as long as he checked back every hour and he did so without hesitation. not knowing where to start, he approached the nearest exhibit that caught his attention. A glass case housed a large, twisting willow sapling, its branches flexing on its own. "Woah." He breathed in awe, not having seen one in person before, even if it was only a baby. "It's beautiful." He spoke aloud, to no one in particular. He'd wanted one of the so called Whomping Willows of his own, but the trees were too rare and admittedly, too dangerous.