Jeremiah Raven
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- Wand
- Yew Wand 14" Essence of Fairy Dust
- Age
- 4/2019
To say that Jeremiah Raven was out of his comfort zone, would be a gross understatement. He was in a different country, they had very different accents compared to his Italian one. He sighed in exhaustion, usually he would be excited to be in a new place, and at first he was, he was very excited when his Papa apparated him here, but when he decided to say that he could walk around by himself... that had to be the worst idea he could have created. His Papa had warned him. 'You will be lost here, Boy, you will get lost.' were his exact words, did Miah listen? No, he never did and now he was suffering for it. To his knowlegde, he was in a park, a muggle park, with muggle children, playing their rough muggle games. Some boys, probably his age or younger, were tackling eachother to the ground, it looked brutel, one boy seemed to have lost a tooth. How terrifying! How could muggles allow such treatment to carry on with their young? It simply astounded him, his Papa and Mama would never allow him to play such games. All he was allowed to do was read or play his piano or violin. But unfortuately, he only had his violin with him, in all honesty, he would have rathered his grand piano, but he had no way of carrying around a grand piano in Muggle New Zealand, because if he did have a way, his grand piano would be out and he would be playing it right now.
He sighed once again and walked carefully by the sidelines of the rough looking Muggle game, he had no wish to join, he was far too fragile to engage in such a tough sport, his weak, pampered body would buckle in seconds. It was true, he was not as strong and tough as other boys his age, but he was more of a game board person, if he had the time to pull out one of the Muggle board games his workers smuggled in, he would play it for hours, having a laugh with the workers, until his Papa or Mama showed up, then the board would disappear and the workers would go back to cleaning or cooking or what ever else they needed to do, while Miah would leap to his bookcase and pull out any sort of book, pretending that he had been reading the whole time. Sure he felt guilty for deceiving his parents, he felt horrible for being behind their valuable teachings, he was very lucky to be so well-off, never needing anything because everything he could possibly need was provided for him, but sometimes he felt like he needed some freedom, especially freedom of speech.
Jeremiah walked towards a park bench and sat down quietly, putting his violin case on the ground beside him and sighing once again. What was he to do? Where was he to go? He was quite lonely, but there was no-one to talk to, he was not supposed to heavily converse with Muggles, and right now did not seem like a problem because no-one was coming up to him, even though he surely looked like he needed some company.
He sighed once again and walked carefully by the sidelines of the rough looking Muggle game, he had no wish to join, he was far too fragile to engage in such a tough sport, his weak, pampered body would buckle in seconds. It was true, he was not as strong and tough as other boys his age, but he was more of a game board person, if he had the time to pull out one of the Muggle board games his workers smuggled in, he would play it for hours, having a laugh with the workers, until his Papa or Mama showed up, then the board would disappear and the workers would go back to cleaning or cooking or what ever else they needed to do, while Miah would leap to his bookcase and pull out any sort of book, pretending that he had been reading the whole time. Sure he felt guilty for deceiving his parents, he felt horrible for being behind their valuable teachings, he was very lucky to be so well-off, never needing anything because everything he could possibly need was provided for him, but sometimes he felt like he needed some freedom, especially freedom of speech.
Jeremiah walked towards a park bench and sat down quietly, putting his violin case on the ground beside him and sighing once again. What was he to do? Where was he to go? He was quite lonely, but there was no-one to talk to, he was not supposed to heavily converse with Muggles, and right now did not seem like a problem because no-one was coming up to him, even though he surely looked like he needed some company.