Marisol Woods
latina • lone wolf • st. mungo's receptionist
- Messages
- 1,822
- OOC First Name
- Abby
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Knotted 9 1/2 Inch Unyielding Blackthorn Wand with Essence of Belladonna Core
- Age
- 2/2029 (24)
Marisol didn't know whether she should go to the Halloween feast tonight because she didn't have Wyatt or Asaiah to hang out with. Since her first year at Hogwarts they had always been by her side no matter what, and now she was feeling like a fish out of water without them. As she showed up to the event alone, she didn't know what to do. How did people do this without a crutch to fall back on? Marisol adjusted the green headband with the fake foliage attached to it and tugged on the hem of her dress. She couldn't think of any costumes so she'd pulled out a short nude colored dress she owned and made the headband so if anyone asked she could say she was a mandrake. Marisol had half a mind to turn around and leave but she'd already committed to dressing up so she would feel worse if she spent the night in her dorm room alone. Either way she'd be alone and miserable, but at least here there were snacks.
Marisol walked towards the snack table, glancing warily at the fake full moon on the enchanted ceiling and shuttered involuntarily, her stomach tensing up at the thought of it affecting her even though it wasn't real. She wondered if Alistair was around and thinking the same thing. Alistair was someone she talked to semi-regularly (obviously once a month) so he was probably her friend, right? The fact that she was considering a fourth year to be her only friend at the castle made Marisol groan internally and she picked up a cookie and bit into it with a frustrated pout.
Marisol walked towards the snack table, glancing warily at the fake full moon on the enchanted ceiling and shuttered involuntarily, her stomach tensing up at the thought of it affecting her even though it wasn't real. She wondered if Alistair was around and thinking the same thing. Alistair was someone she talked to semi-regularly (obviously once a month) so he was probably her friend, right? The fact that she was considering a fourth year to be her only friend at the castle made Marisol groan internally and she picked up a cookie and bit into it with a frustrated pout.