- Messages
- 552
- OOC First Name
- Rowan
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Jasper) (Pansexual
- Wand
- Ash Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Hair from the Tail of a Male Unicorn
- Age
- 4/2036 (26)
After a year of running the Monthly, Nell wasn't all that worried about her performance as Editor anymore. Somehow she had managed to pull off putting the paper out and keeping on top of her studies. Certainly a lot better than she had done the year before that. So this year Nell's worries had nothing to do with her actual capabilities. No, this year it was all about her mood. Although she had been nervous, last year she had kicked things off with a bright smile to welcome their new members and encourage the team to believe in her leadership. But this year... It was hard not to be scared of the way people would look at her.
'Most likely to get married'... getting her copy of the yearbook had felt like a sick joke, and knowing all of her schoolmates had seen that, some of them had probably voted for her, it only hurt more. She had done okay just hanging around with friends so far, but now that she had to face the club at large... would they pity her? Would they think it was pathetic? She almost didn't know how much more sympathy she could handle, and the thought had given her a lump in her throat the size of a quaffle. Nell did her best to ignore her nerves and keep herself occupied, neatening the Monthly office over and over again and straightening the chairs around their big round table as she waited for the rest of the club to arrive for their first meeting of the year.
'Most likely to get married'... getting her copy of the yearbook had felt like a sick joke, and knowing all of her schoolmates had seen that, some of them had probably voted for her, it only hurt more. She had done okay just hanging around with friends so far, but now that she had to face the club at large... would they pity her? Would they think it was pathetic? She almost didn't know how much more sympathy she could handle, and the thought had given her a lump in her throat the size of a quaffle. Nell did her best to ignore her nerves and keep herself occupied, neatening the Monthly office over and over again and straightening the chairs around their big round table as she waited for the rest of the club to arrive for their first meeting of the year.