- Messages
- 101
- OOC First Name
- Liam
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Willowisp: Curved 11 Inch Sturdy White Willow with Demiguise Hair Core
- Age
- 7/2034
A day without discovering something new or fascinating in this castle was a wasted day for Alkander Avaskadiras. Everyone looked so busy to even suspect that the portrait they had just rushed by is concealing a hidden passageway or that the torch that never was set alight was actually a switch to reveal a secret shortcut. The first year gryffindor however had an eye for such things and was determined to find every single secret.
Of course the best insiders were older students who had been residents of the castle for a longer time. This time he had overheard from a group of third years that somewhere on the third floor was an empty classroom housing a whole skeleton of a Ukrainian horntail. There was no way he was going to miss that. First of all, he loved dragons. He thought it was a shame that his family weren't breeding any dragons so far. And second, he was going to be the one that could say that he knew where was a dragon skeleton in the school.
These reasons were just enough to have him tip toe out of his dormitory when the rest of his roommates were seemingly sleeping. Armed with his wand, swiftly and quietly made his way down the grand staircase and into the third floor, where supposedly was located the wicked classroom. No wand-lighting charm this time. Within the castle and after curfew, he couldn't risk to be found at of the common room. Instead, he had wore an eye patch he had from a Halloween pirate costume. He was testing the theory that pirates wore a patch over one eye in order to have one adjusted to light and the other adjusted to darkness.
Although he had waited for a few minutes in the undimmed common room wearing the eye patch, it seemed that his plan hadn't really payed out. If it wasn't for the moonlight, sneaking in from the large windows, he wouldn't have been able to see anything. He was about to remove it when suddenly the end of the corridor seemed to be getting gradually brighter. Although for a naive moment he believed that his trick was starting to finally work, he quickly jammed himself against the cold, stone wall next to a standing armor. This wasn't his vision adjusting. This was someone with a lit wand, coming his way. Still wearing the patch over his eyes, he held his breath, hoping that he could blend well between the armors that were extending in the same pattern for the most part of the corridor's wall.
Of course the best insiders were older students who had been residents of the castle for a longer time. This time he had overheard from a group of third years that somewhere on the third floor was an empty classroom housing a whole skeleton of a Ukrainian horntail. There was no way he was going to miss that. First of all, he loved dragons. He thought it was a shame that his family weren't breeding any dragons so far. And second, he was going to be the one that could say that he knew where was a dragon skeleton in the school.
These reasons were just enough to have him tip toe out of his dormitory when the rest of his roommates were seemingly sleeping. Armed with his wand, swiftly and quietly made his way down the grand staircase and into the third floor, where supposedly was located the wicked classroom. No wand-lighting charm this time. Within the castle and after curfew, he couldn't risk to be found at of the common room. Instead, he had wore an eye patch he had from a Halloween pirate costume. He was testing the theory that pirates wore a patch over one eye in order to have one adjusted to light and the other adjusted to darkness.
Although he had waited for a few minutes in the undimmed common room wearing the eye patch, it seemed that his plan hadn't really payed out. If it wasn't for the moonlight, sneaking in from the large windows, he wouldn't have been able to see anything. He was about to remove it when suddenly the end of the corridor seemed to be getting gradually brighter. Although for a naive moment he believed that his trick was starting to finally work, he quickly jammed himself against the cold, stone wall next to a standing armor. This wasn't his vision adjusting. This was someone with a lit wand, coming his way. Still wearing the patch over his eyes, he held his breath, hoping that he could blend well between the armors that were extending in the same pattern for the most part of the corridor's wall.