Wilfred Lichester-Raven
Smitten
- Messages
- 140
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Interested in Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Demisexual
- Wand
- Knotted 9 1/2 Inch Flexible Oak Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
- Age
- 1/2034
Italy, Raven Manor - June
Dressed in a Dalmatian onesie, Wilfred Raven crawled through the air ducts of his home in order to hide from Cirino Raven, who was convinced that he could get Wilfred to wear something 'more appropriate' for the lunch. Wilfred felt spectacularly dressed - he had never worn his Dalmatian onesie before - and knew that he couldn't wear his penguin onesie (as that was for the weddings to come). He didn't want to ruin the surprise for everyone, who he was sure had no idea what he would be wearing. He paused, however, and covered his ears as a loud tingling noise ran through the vents, and quickened his pace. That would surely be the doorbells, and he was determined to get there before anyone else so he could greet the guests (as long as they were someone he liked).
He slipped the cover off of the vent and began dangling down, his tip-toing enabling him to reach a cabinet filled with what looked like really boring plates, and he began his descent. He fingered the cabinet open, and used the shelves haphazardly to climb down to the floor, trying and failing to avoid breaking any plates. After about quarter of a million galleons worth of damage done, Wilfred carefully waddled along the floor, clasping the only surviving plate in his little hands, and used this plate to reach the absurdly tall handle. The handle was placed at such a height to make it nearly impossible to reach, and it would just have to be something they would have to fix eventually.
He waved his hand frantically as one of the cleaners attempted to answer the door for him. Assuring the woman that he 'got this', he proudly opened the door and beamed at the legs that greeted him. Merlin, tall people. He was relatively long for a five year old, but had nothing on the height of his family, who were all part-giants when compared to him. He doubted any would appreciate him saying as such, however. Craning his head up, his hood falling against his back, and squinted his eyes slightly.
"Who are you?" he asked abruptly - in Italian - to the slightly shorter man beside Alessio, who he had not seen for a really long time. He only recognised him with such assuredness because he looked exactly like Cirino and Basilio, and he knew that Cirino was somewhere behind him, whilst Basilio was last seen sulking somewhere. He then remembered his manners and stuck out his hand, releasing the plate he had been holding in the same movement. "I'm Wilfred!"
<i></i>Dressed in a Dalmatian onesie, Wilfred Raven crawled through the air ducts of his home in order to hide from Cirino Raven, who was convinced that he could get Wilfred to wear something 'more appropriate' for the lunch. Wilfred felt spectacularly dressed - he had never worn his Dalmatian onesie before - and knew that he couldn't wear his penguin onesie (as that was for the weddings to come). He didn't want to ruin the surprise for everyone, who he was sure had no idea what he would be wearing. He paused, however, and covered his ears as a loud tingling noise ran through the vents, and quickened his pace. That would surely be the doorbells, and he was determined to get there before anyone else so he could greet the guests (as long as they were someone he liked).
He slipped the cover off of the vent and began dangling down, his tip-toing enabling him to reach a cabinet filled with what looked like really boring plates, and he began his descent. He fingered the cabinet open, and used the shelves haphazardly to climb down to the floor, trying and failing to avoid breaking any plates. After about quarter of a million galleons worth of damage done, Wilfred carefully waddled along the floor, clasping the only surviving plate in his little hands, and used this plate to reach the absurdly tall handle. The handle was placed at such a height to make it nearly impossible to reach, and it would just have to be something they would have to fix eventually.
He waved his hand frantically as one of the cleaners attempted to answer the door for him. Assuring the woman that he 'got this', he proudly opened the door and beamed at the legs that greeted him. Merlin, tall people. He was relatively long for a five year old, but had nothing on the height of his family, who were all part-giants when compared to him. He doubted any would appreciate him saying as such, however. Craning his head up, his hood falling against his back, and squinted his eyes slightly.
"Who are you?" he asked abruptly - in Italian - to the slightly shorter man beside Alessio, who he had not seen for a really long time. He only recognised him with such assuredness because he looked exactly like Cirino and Basilio, and he knew that Cirino was somewhere behind him, whilst Basilio was last seen sulking somewhere. He then remembered his manners and stuck out his hand, releasing the plate he had been holding in the same movement. "I'm Wilfred!"