- Messages
- 160
- OOC First Name
- Donna
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Knotted 9 1/2 Inch Sturdy Ash Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
- Age
- 12/2027
The Third Year Gryffindor trudged along the Great Lawn, making her way to the Gryffindor Common Room. It had been a long and rigorous quidditch practice, but seeing as she hadn't played that well in the previous game, Falon was willing to put in the extra hard work and exercise to get better. She hated letting Jean and the rest of her team down, so she felt proud of herself, as she walked sweaty and dirty, across the field, knowing she had done her best job. Her breathing had slowed considerably, and Falon enjoyed the fresh air whipping across her face, cooling her down. She tugged down at her quidditch shirt, really looking forward to having a shower and putting on clean clothes. Falon often didn't mind getting dirty or muddy, but once the task or training was over, she didn't like sitting in the dirty clothes.
Falon hitched her bag up, continuing to hum the tune that was in her head, tapping her legs as she walked to the beat. Drumming was something that she hadn't done in a long time, but she never stopped tapping when she could, she loved a fast beat and a double kick, but learning to be a witch and playing quidditch had taken priority over playing. Maybe it was something that she'd get back into once she left school, but that was still a long time away. A familiar blonde head caught Falon's eyes and she slowed her walking as she recognized him. The Gryffindor girl approached the boy, though remembering to not give him a hug, lest he freak out over all the germs. "Hi Cairo!" She greeted the boy, though finding herself standing awkwardly, unsure what to do with her hands.
Falon hitched her bag up, continuing to hum the tune that was in her head, tapping her legs as she walked to the beat. Drumming was something that she hadn't done in a long time, but she never stopped tapping when she could, she loved a fast beat and a double kick, but learning to be a witch and playing quidditch had taken priority over playing. Maybe it was something that she'd get back into once she left school, but that was still a long time away. A familiar blonde head caught Falon's eyes and she slowed her walking as she recognized him. The Gryffindor girl approached the boy, though remembering to not give him a hug, lest he freak out over all the germs. "Hi Cairo!" She greeted the boy, though finding herself standing awkwardly, unsure what to do with her hands.