- Messages
- 730
- OOC First Name
- Emzies
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- pansexual
- Wand
- Knotted 13" Rigid Redwood Wand with Fwooper Feather Core
- Age
- 2/2032 (25)
Norton was pretty tired, despite everything and how happy he was about the semester, he'd found it a little more difficult that the last and he certainly had a lot of questions about quidditch. The teen had always loved the sport, but it was a brutual sport, more so than the taekwando that he'd done prior to school. he wasn't sure he should still be playing as a beater, he wasn't particularly good as it turned out. He couldn't protect his team members all that much, despite the fact that was his job. It filled him with frustration, so much frustration. he didn't like seeing April so injured, after all she was his closest friend and he loved the girl in a largely plutonic way. He wanted to protect her in the game, because if she wasn't injured she won, she caught the snitch and he wanted her to know that she could play quidditch. The boy had saught out the gardens, walking in amongst the blooming flowers, the huge mass of growing roses that would be used soon. He couldn't help but feel largely at peace within the gardens. It was just quiet and it wasn't too busy most of the time which allowed Norton's overly active mind calm down, and calm down to the point where he could relax and just let himself be quiet. The teen didn't spend too much time thinking about thing, preferring to be active, but the gardens were where he could think. He sat in amongst the roses, in an empty spot where he could lay on the dirt and stare up at the clear blue sky. Magic was an incredible thing and he wouldn't change it for anything. No matter how strange and dangerous it could be.