- Messages
- 242
- OOC First Name
- Pheeb
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Knotted 14 1/2 Inch Sturdy Oak Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 7/2032 (19)
Despite the fact that Isaac had moved schools, and become better acquainted with an education he enjoyed, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. He knew exactly what the problem was but he refused to believe that it's cause was the sole reason for him feeling this way. He had been a different person around Sophie, by which it had been the only time he'd never had to pretend to be anyone else, and could outright tell her anything that was on his mind and know she wouldn't judge him for it. After dating for two years, they'd mutually decided it was better to be friends, and while Isaac knew in the long run it would be better for them, he still felt as though he'd lost a part of himself when they'd separated.
He sat on the floor in the Courtyard of Ilvermorny, a book in his lap as he was lent back against the bench, He'd been trying to reconnect with old memories but it wasn't going so well for the seventh year. All it was doing was making him miss the Ravenclaw even more. He had an attachment to what they used to have, and while he knew even if they were still friends at Hogwarts, able to spend their afternoons together, it still wouldn't have been the same as it once was. Absent mindly he was doodling on the pages, although of course nothing he was ever going to draw would compare to the images she'd made.
He sat on the floor in the Courtyard of Ilvermorny, a book in his lap as he was lent back against the bench, He'd been trying to reconnect with old memories but it wasn't going so well for the seventh year. All it was doing was making him miss the Ravenclaw even more. He had an attachment to what they used to have, and while he knew even if they were still friends at Hogwarts, able to spend their afternoons together, it still wouldn't have been the same as it once was. Absent mindly he was doodling on the pages, although of course nothing he was ever going to draw would compare to the images she'd made.