Desislav Zhefarovich
Co-Owner of Zurie's
- Messages
- 392
- OOC First Name
- Cyndi
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Wand
- Straight 15 1/2 Inch Sturdy Larch Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 7/2026
Desislav sat on a bench in the courtyard, his legs swinging, his feet leaving a small trail through the dirt in front of him. The front of his sneakers were getting full of dust, but Desi didn't even notice. He looked innocent, his blonde hair and light eyes making him look angelic especially with how the sunlight was falling onto the bench. Anyone who thought Desi was an angel though would be quite wrong. The boy kept tapping his pocket every few seconds to be sure that what was inside was still there. It wasn't going anywhere but he had to be sure. He had paid a whole month's allowance for this and wasn't going to waste it.
Desi glanced over near the door, a broad grin crossing his face as Professor Kingsley headed for the door to leave the courtyard. He gave her a wave with his free hand, bidding her good riddance. Getting in trouble with his Head of House for this prank was not in his plans. Not that he had much of a plan. Really, he just planned on taking the dung bomb out of his pocket, chucking it, and running for the hills. It seemed like a great plan to him.
Desi glanced over near the door, a broad grin crossing his face as Professor Kingsley headed for the door to leave the courtyard. He gave her a wave with his free hand, bidding her good riddance. Getting in trouble with his Head of House for this prank was not in his plans. Not that he had much of a plan. Really, he just planned on taking the dung bomb out of his pocket, chucking it, and running for the hills. It seemed like a great plan to him.