- Messages
- 316
- OOC First Name
- Rowan
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Gay
- Wand
- Curved 14 Inch Swishy Ebony Wand with Augurey Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 5/2039 (23)
Finn both loved and hated the holidays sometimes. He relished the chance to see his sisters, to catch up with them and spend time, but it barely felt like any time at all before they all went away again, off to Hogwarts, with Mum, and Finn was the only member of their family not allowed to go. Finn knew this year would be different, as Odette was graduating, but he was still privately a bit nervous about his newest sister. Finn didn't know her as well as Charlie and Emily did yet, and the thought of being all alone at home with her was a bit intimidating. He hoped they could become better friends, but he was still a bit nervous about the time.
And now it felt as though the holidays were being taken away from him as well. Odette was at work, Charlie was out with her girlfriend, and Emily was off with friends, leaving Finn all alone, once again. The forgotten little brother. He had asked Mum if he could go to the park since it was a rare decent winter day, but Finn was already regretting the decision. It was just kind of cold and lonely and there was nothing to do, most other kids not braving the winter chill to go outside. Finn had brought his paints and a small book of art paper, and was determined to make the most of this, setting up on the grass with a perfect angle of a leafless tree rustling slightly in the chilly breeze against the cold blue sky. He settled in and began to put brush to paper, swirling different blues in the space around where he was going to paint the branches of the tree. At least he could get something out of today.
And now it felt as though the holidays were being taken away from him as well. Odette was at work, Charlie was out with her girlfriend, and Emily was off with friends, leaving Finn all alone, once again. The forgotten little brother. He had asked Mum if he could go to the park since it was a rare decent winter day, but Finn was already regretting the decision. It was just kind of cold and lonely and there was nothing to do, most other kids not braving the winter chill to go outside. Finn had brought his paints and a small book of art paper, and was determined to make the most of this, setting up on the grass with a perfect angle of a leafless tree rustling slightly in the chilly breeze against the cold blue sky. He settled in and began to put brush to paper, swirling different blues in the space around where he was going to paint the branches of the tree. At least he could get something out of today.