- Messages
- 377
- OOC First Name
- Rowan
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Tristan) (Gay
- Wand
- Curly 12 Inch Rigid Hawthorn Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
- Age
- 7/2031 (28)
The ocean air was chilly as Vivian padded along the waterfront, hair swinging past his cheeks. He hadn't prepared for the cold air and the breeze prickled at his arms through his thin cardigan, but it was still better than being cooped up at home with nothing to do. He hugged his arms in tight to his body for warmth as he headed down the road, kicking occasionally at stones as he passed a group of tourists snapping photos of the grey, cloudy harbour.
It took a while, but finally Vivian found an unoccupied bench and settled down, chewing softly at his lip as he pulled a small ragged notebook and pen out of his pocket. He had an assignment on use of rhyme to work on for school, and it always felt easier to write when he could smell salt water, like ideas were just washing up out of the ocean for him. Hunched over quietly and occasionally shivering in the cold, Vivian began to scrawl down scratchings of ideas in his notebook, occasionally biting his lip as he worked.
It took a while, but finally Vivian found an unoccupied bench and settled down, chewing softly at his lip as he pulled a small ragged notebook and pen out of his pocket. He had an assignment on use of rhyme to work on for school, and it always felt easier to write when he could smell salt water, like ideas were just washing up out of the ocean for him. Hunched over quietly and occasionally shivering in the cold, Vivian began to scrawl down scratchings of ideas in his notebook, occasionally biting his lip as he worked.