- Messages
- 11
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Elm 14'' Core of Hippogryff Feather
- Age
- 15 (21/12/2035)
"Can I go for a walk?" The teenager interrupted the two adults' conversation, getting bored just sitting at the restaurant's table, hearing them talking about business. Leander could understand his father's enthusiasm to meet an old friend and planning to open a new restaurant at the harbor, but he couldn't see why he had to sit with them while he could go out for a walk and get familiar with his new home town. His father had as well understood that their discussion about dishes, international cuisines and recipes, was on no interest to Leander and agreed to let him go for a walk, for as long as he was going to continue talking about business with his old friend. Relieved, Leander thanked him and stood up. He said goodbye to his father's old friend, tgrabbed his jacket and made a bee-line for the restaurant's exit.
Outside at the harbor's promenade, Leander eyed the sky nervously. The clouds that had been wispy and white that morning were now darker and more dense. He quickened his pace down the promenade to get as far as possible before the first drops of rain could imprison him back into the restaurant. Under this late, autumnal sky the harbour was as grey as a newspaper picture. The sea has given up her blue to silver, the shops' roofs showed no russet colours and the boats have taken on the monochrome look of old movies. Even the air tasted more dull. There was nothing in that town that he was going to see in a positive light. Not even the rays of sunlight the clouds conspiring now to let through. He really didn't want to move out of Europe and relocate at New Zealand because of his father's work. He was forced to leave behind his friends and speak now a foreign language that he knew but he wasn't feeling comfortable talking. At the same time he was worried about his studies. He didn't have yet the opportunity to discuss with his father how he was going to resume his wizarding education and Leander feared that his dream to become an auror was at risk. He needed to keep up his good grades if he wanted to have a chance.
Leander wore his jacket as a cool breeze picked up and tried to cast away any negative thoughts. The sunlight never succeeded in piercing through the thick layer of grey clouds but he defied the possibility of rainfall. He reached the one end of the harbor where a building had peaked his curiosity. He raised his head skywards as he stood before the towering lighthouse, stark against the sky, newly painted white against the ominous clouds of deepest charcoal. He wondered if it was still operative as he looked around him conspiratorially to see if anyone was around. Leander walked hesitantly towards the lighthouse's door to check if it was locked.
Outside at the harbor's promenade, Leander eyed the sky nervously. The clouds that had been wispy and white that morning were now darker and more dense. He quickened his pace down the promenade to get as far as possible before the first drops of rain could imprison him back into the restaurant. Under this late, autumnal sky the harbour was as grey as a newspaper picture. The sea has given up her blue to silver, the shops' roofs showed no russet colours and the boats have taken on the monochrome look of old movies. Even the air tasted more dull. There was nothing in that town that he was going to see in a positive light. Not even the rays of sunlight the clouds conspiring now to let through. He really didn't want to move out of Europe and relocate at New Zealand because of his father's work. He was forced to leave behind his friends and speak now a foreign language that he knew but he wasn't feeling comfortable talking. At the same time he was worried about his studies. He didn't have yet the opportunity to discuss with his father how he was going to resume his wizarding education and Leander feared that his dream to become an auror was at risk. He needed to keep up his good grades if he wanted to have a chance.
Leander wore his jacket as a cool breeze picked up and tried to cast away any negative thoughts. The sunlight never succeeded in piercing through the thick layer of grey clouds but he defied the possibility of rainfall. He reached the one end of the harbor where a building had peaked his curiosity. He raised his head skywards as he stood before the towering lighthouse, stark against the sky, newly painted white against the ominous clouds of deepest charcoal. He wondered if it was still operative as he looked around him conspiratorially to see if anyone was around. Leander walked hesitantly towards the lighthouse's door to check if it was locked.