- Messages
- 32
- Wand
- Birch Wand 14 1/4 essence of dragonstone
- Age
- 9/2016
Elle Volkova was restless. It was a cold, miserable day, and she had no idea what to do. Granted, she had slept in until at least midday, and would rather be at Durmstrang than back home with Lidiya the cliched evil step-mother. Elle missed being her daddy's little princess, even though she was fourteen, she hadn't been spoiled the way she used to when her mother was around since she was ten. Still having not made many friends, Elle wondered what the rest of her classmates got up to on a day like this. She wondered if anyone had planned any afternoon parties, but doubted it, and supposed she wouldn't be welcome to crash one anyhow. The young girl didn't mind not having many friends, but the major draw back was that she had to do everything by herself, and life got pretty boring at times. Elle threw on her red fur cloak and her heeled boots, and decided to go for a walk around the castle, making a mental note however, to not venture outside.