Karah Love
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 460
- OOC First Name
- Alexis
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Curly 16 Inch Sturdy Rowan Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 3/2015
It seemed like Karah was always running from something but she was a Gryffindor and needed to show her bravery at least once in her time at Hogwarts and it seemed like now was the moment she was going to show it. She was to meet her boyfriend, Ezra, in the courtyards where they first kissed and she had important news for him and she could only hope that he didn't run away like she had almost two years ago. This was a thought that gave the red head a lot of anxiety as she straightened the invisible creases in her sheer polka dot top. At least I'll look good if I'm rejected, she mused vainly before grabbing a purse which had a few important items in it like her wand and her keys.
The walk to the courtyard was a long one as her mind created horrible futures for herself depending on this day although she couldn't see it as that serious. Karah just knew that Ezra could take it differently than she but she moved on anyway until she reached the spot they had found each other in so long ago. She sat on the marble and crossed one leg over her other, lightly tapping her foot through the air as a nervous tick while her hands fiddled with each other anxiously. It was enough for her to wonder how she could ever be a true Gryffindor and how she'd been chosen as Prefect when, in reality, she was barely brave enough to make it as a Gryffindor and certainly not smart enough to be anything else. But she was her own worst critic so she sighed it off and looked up from her lap, hoping that her face wasn't stricken with her emotions so clearly as she waited for Ezra to show up.
The walk to the courtyard was a long one as her mind created horrible futures for herself depending on this day although she couldn't see it as that serious. Karah just knew that Ezra could take it differently than she but she moved on anyway until she reached the spot they had found each other in so long ago. She sat on the marble and crossed one leg over her other, lightly tapping her foot through the air as a nervous tick while her hands fiddled with each other anxiously. It was enough for her to wonder how she could ever be a true Gryffindor and how she'd been chosen as Prefect when, in reality, she was barely brave enough to make it as a Gryffindor and certainly not smart enough to be anything else. But she was her own worst critic so she sighed it off and looked up from her lap, hoping that her face wasn't stricken with her emotions so clearly as she waited for Ezra to show up.