- Messages
- 21
- OOC First Name
- Emzies
- Wand
- Curly 13 Inch Rigid Cedar Wand with Doxy Wing Core
- Age
- 11/2027
Ruben was the least Durmstrang person within the school, he had little interest in the teachings of it, or well, he just followed what most of his classmates were interested in. The young Durm boy had finished his work for the day and was making his way to the great hall for some lunch, he had his work under his arm, and was pretty excitedly making his way through the school. The morning lessons had passed well, and he'd even managed to get a question right in class, his professor's by in large just liked it when he was silent and didn't say anything at all, which wasn't something that he was very capable of doing. Ruben just like speaking, he liked being excited by things and asking question, it wasn't his fault that professors didn't like this about him, that was their issue and not his issue, the young Durmstang boy had few friends in this school but he didn't mind that in the slightest.
As Ruben rounded another corner he ended up flying right into someone, causing the books he had been carrying to spill with a loud crash to the floor around him and a pot of ink to smash on the ground, as well as himself. There was just a huge mess and Ruben was left staring up at the person as his hand sat in the growing pool of ink, and looking vaguely annoyed at the mess that had been caused by his running into the person, he stood up, ignoring the person and shook the ink from his hand wiping it on his durmstrang robes and then taking out his wand and pointing at the ink and with a small flourish of his wand and a mutter managed to fix up the little ink pot which he then picked up, "Can I borrow some ink off you," he turned to the person holding out the pot to them with a small shrug, thinking nothing abnormal about such a statement.
As Ruben rounded another corner he ended up flying right into someone, causing the books he had been carrying to spill with a loud crash to the floor around him and a pot of ink to smash on the ground, as well as himself. There was just a huge mess and Ruben was left staring up at the person as his hand sat in the growing pool of ink, and looking vaguely annoyed at the mess that had been caused by his running into the person, he stood up, ignoring the person and shook the ink from his hand wiping it on his durmstrang robes and then taking out his wand and pointing at the ink and with a small flourish of his wand and a mutter managed to fix up the little ink pot which he then picked up, "Can I borrow some ink off you," he turned to the person holding out the pot to them with a small shrug, thinking nothing abnormal about such a statement.