- Messages
- 466
- OOC First Name
- Zephie
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Straight 15 1/2 Inch Unyielding Blackthorn Wand with Basilisk Skin Core
- Age
- 09/2050 (14)
A loiterer. That's what Felix had become. If he wasn't lurking around the Great Hall on the off chance someone might have wanted to talk to him, he was lingering around in the corridors, which had already proven to do more harm than good when he'd come across Morrie and the Slytherin prefect last year. Things were different this year however, although it was hard to pinpoint how. It just felt as though there had been a shift in the air, and no matter what he did Felix was feeling a little.. restless.
He'd headed up to the Trophy room in the hopes of finding some of his family members names in there, having recently been awarded a position on the Quidditch team himself. It was something to do that kept him out of the way of students passing through, and hopefully he wouldn't run into any more snakes that were only trying to make his life more difficult. The third year paused in front of a cabinet of trophies, running back about fifteen years or so, trying to find one name in particular to see if she'd been telling the truth over the holidays, when she couldn't stop bragging about good her Quidditch team had been.
He'd headed up to the Trophy room in the hopes of finding some of his family members names in there, having recently been awarded a position on the Quidditch team himself. It was something to do that kept him out of the way of students passing through, and hopefully he wouldn't run into any more snakes that were only trying to make his life more difficult. The third year paused in front of a cabinet of trophies, running back about fifteen years or so, trying to find one name in particular to see if she'd been telling the truth over the holidays, when she couldn't stop bragging about good her Quidditch team had been.