- Messages
- 319
- OOC First Name
- Anna
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Pansexual
- Wand
- Curly 11 Inch Rigid Black Walnut Wand with Boomslang venom Core
- Age
- 27
The issues between Rome and the Slytherin quidditch team had started Cairo's fifth year on the wrong foot and it was last thing he needed. His OWLs were that year and focusing on them was supposed to be his top priority, rather than being sucked into drama surrounding a quidditch team he wasn't even part of. Ideally he should have been able to ignore it all and withdraw himself from the situation, but he couldn't exactly do that because Rome was involved. His other half, and the only person he properly trusted in the world had been put on the bench for years and worked hard to no avail, only to be removed from the team and insulted by the captains during try outs. He felt like it was not only his obligation, but his duty to get some answers and figure out what was going on, both for Rome's sake, and for his own. He couldn't exactly continue speaking to Charlotte like nothing had happened either, considering what Rome had told him about her actions that day. He thought it would be better to put everything out in the open and confront Charlotte in order to figure out exactly what happened.
So he had passed a note to Charlotte during class that afternoon, telling her to meet him in the abandoned classroom during dinner, knowing the room would be empty and they would be safe from eavesdroppers. He arrived to the room early, pulling the sleeves of his robes over his hands to keep warm before wiping some dust from one of the desks and sitting down. As he waited for his friend to arrive he ran his hands through his hair, attempting to distract himself from his nerves towards the conversation he was about to have.
<i></i>So he had passed a note to Charlotte during class that afternoon, telling her to meet him in the abandoned classroom during dinner, knowing the room would be empty and they would be safe from eavesdroppers. He arrived to the room early, pulling the sleeves of his robes over his hands to keep warm before wiping some dust from one of the desks and sitting down. As he waited for his friend to arrive he ran his hands through his hair, attempting to distract himself from his nerves towards the conversation he was about to have.