Lucas Sturridge
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- OOC First Name
- Brittany
- Wand
- Maple and black walnut wand 15" core of dragon heart string
Lucas kicked a stone as he breathed in the icy morning air that had become all too familiar these past few weeks. Flicking a loose strand of hair back he pulled a lighter from his pocket and with one swift move a flame glimmered before his dark eyes. He begrudgingly pulled a cigarette from his pocket and held it to the flickering flame, hands cupped to protect it from the wind. Lucas hated that he smoked, but there were alot of things he had come to hate about himself. As his trembling hands silenced his lips with the warm cigarette butt he took a large breath in then slowly let the smoke drift out and fill the damp and misty air. Seeing the way that Elizabeth had acted around him made Lucas question his every action. He knew he was a bad influence on her and he was an even worse one on Rhianne.
But Lucas hadn't braved the cold today for a family reconciliation, or even to see his girlfriend. Today he had braved the colf as a man to see the girl he thought he loved. Realisation hadn't crashed over him like a wave breaking the shore, the way it happened in romance novels. It had been a more gradual process, yet deep down inside he knew he had always loved her. As Lucas reached number twleve he let his eyes wander over the brass numbers, it seemed almost silly that this must have been the two hundreth time his knuckles had tapped on the rickety door, yet it felt like the first. Though he had left her as an immature and irresponsible teenager, he had now come back to her, sure as ever, as a man. "Cassie."
But Lucas hadn't braved the cold today for a family reconciliation, or even to see his girlfriend. Today he had braved the colf as a man to see the girl he thought he loved. Realisation hadn't crashed over him like a wave breaking the shore, the way it happened in romance novels. It had been a more gradual process, yet deep down inside he knew he had always loved her. As Lucas reached number twleve he let his eyes wander over the brass numbers, it seemed almost silly that this must have been the two hundreth time his knuckles had tapped on the rickety door, yet it felt like the first. Though he had left her as an immature and irresponsible teenager, he had now come back to her, sure as ever, as a man. "Cassie."