- Messages
- 107
- OOC First Name
- Rowan
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Interested in Somebody
- Wand
- Straight 8 Inch Whippy Vine Wand with Doxy Wing Core
- Age
- 12/2046 (17)
There was something freeing about being a failure. Sure, Cornelius' father hadn't talked to him for over a year now, but... who cared, really? Who cared about anything? A life spent taking every rule as an immutable law of reality erased in one stupid act, and now... who cared? Cornelius couldn't sleep, and the stuffy air in the dungeons wasn't helping. He slipped away from the tomb he had been crammed into with his awful new roommates and snuck through the halls, weaving around paintings he knew were likely to tattle until he made it to the courtyard. This was better. A warm near-summer night, the stars clear and bright above. He sat down by a statue, one that would hopefully make a decent hiding place if someone came along, and just took a slow, deep inhale of night air. Of freedom. Of nothing mattering.