- Messages
- 79
- OOC First Name
- Soho
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Wand
- Straight 15 1/2 Inch Sturdy Pine Wand with Boomslang Venom Core
- Age
- 11 (June 13 2041)
Val had a bit of pent up frustration, not only from not being able to cast spells right, but also a from, in general people. Everywhere he went there was people, in the hallways, the classrooms, the lawn, the lake, the common rooms, the dorms, everywhere. It didn't help that he was a Gryffindor, where most people talked louder than they seemed to think. He just wanted some good alone time, doing something that he liked. During the break, for sure he would bring his drum set, just to have some sort of outlet. Actually, he had a couple of things that he had already regretted not bringing to hogwarts: his skateboard, more clothes and now his drums.
He found an empty classroom, it was a bit dark but he much preferred it that way. There was less of a possibility of being discovered, he took out his homework and put it on one of the less dustier desks, wiping away some of the dust. He pulled a chair and sat on it, taking out a pen rather than a quill. He had an essay to write, something for Potions, but he wasn't too invested in it. Val started to hum a tune, from one of his favourite songs, his mind wandering off to wherever procrastination came to him. Lost in thought, his pen started to tap on the table, his potions essay now gone from his mind. He took another pen and started tapping both of them rather vigorously. The hum had gotten louder, and maybe too loud, but at that moment, he didn't care much. Val was simply enjoying the music, his eyes closed and solely focusing on the beat of the music that he was creating. Too focused maybe, because he didn't notice when the door swing open.
He found an empty classroom, it was a bit dark but he much preferred it that way. There was less of a possibility of being discovered, he took out his homework and put it on one of the less dustier desks, wiping away some of the dust. He pulled a chair and sat on it, taking out a pen rather than a quill. He had an essay to write, something for Potions, but he wasn't too invested in it. Val started to hum a tune, from one of his favourite songs, his mind wandering off to wherever procrastination came to him. Lost in thought, his pen started to tap on the table, his potions essay now gone from his mind. He took another pen and started tapping both of them rather vigorously. The hum had gotten louder, and maybe too loud, but at that moment, he didn't care much. Val was simply enjoying the music, his eyes closed and solely focusing on the beat of the music that he was creating. Too focused maybe, because he didn't notice when the door swing open.