- Messages
- 860
- OOC First Name
- Sammy
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Knotted 13 1/2 Inch Sturdy Black Walnut Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
- Age
- 5/2030
Merrill couldn't believe her first day of classes was over already. She was a little disappointed all of them had been introductions, but she supposed she had the next seven years to learn magic. One day really wouldn't matter. After having lunch Merrill decided to write a letter to her brother. She thought about her parents as well, but Merrill wasn't exactly sure where they were at the moment. She knew they planned to leave New Zealand the second she was on the train. They had already lined up a new job. As she was leaving the great hall Merrill thought about what a long trip it was from New Zealand to Ilvermorny. When she thought no Professors were looking Merrill ran up to the closest table, snagged a piece of meat, and stuffed it in her pocket. I'll wash that later.
By the time she got to the Owlery Merrill was huffing, and puffing. She was no stranger to exercise, but that was a lot of stairs! When she finally made it to the top Merrill leaned against a wall trying to catch her breath. It was hard when the room smelled so strongly of dust, and owl poop. Next time I'll write my letter before I get up here. The young witch told herself. This time though she hadn't so Merrill sank down to the ground, and pulled out a rolled up piece of parchment, and a quill. She wrote to Rhys about the train ride, about Solomon, and about sorting. She made her to tell him that she had been sorted into Gryffindor just like mom, and dad. That would make them happy when she got the chance to tell that. Most of all she wrote about how much she missed him. Merrill's whole life Rhys had been her only friend. She wished he was here for this. Instead he was all the way in North America at Ilvermorny.
By the time she got to the Owlery Merrill was huffing, and puffing. She was no stranger to exercise, but that was a lot of stairs! When she finally made it to the top Merrill leaned against a wall trying to catch her breath. It was hard when the room smelled so strongly of dust, and owl poop. Next time I'll write my letter before I get up here. The young witch told herself. This time though she hadn't so Merrill sank down to the ground, and pulled out a rolled up piece of parchment, and a quill. She wrote to Rhys about the train ride, about Solomon, and about sorting. She made her to tell him that she had been sorted into Gryffindor just like mom, and dad. That would make them happy when she got the chance to tell that. Most of all she wrote about how much she missed him. Merrill's whole life Rhys had been her only friend. She wished he was here for this. Instead he was all the way in North America at Ilvermorny.