- Messages
- 666
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- Emzies
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- Half Blood
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- Seeing Somebody
- Wand
- Alder Wand 13 3/4" Essence of Dragon Heartstring
- Age
- 10/2022 (39)
Graeme always found at these events he stood out, it was a fairly easy to spot reason why, but it honestly didn't ever stop him from doing so. He wore, and would always wear his kilt, he had brought it over to New Zealand with him, and considering how heavy that item was, he knew he wasn't just about to only use it once a year. Now that he was taller and slightly more built than previous year, Graeme found that it suited him better, it fitted him far better than it had ever before. He liked wearing his kilt and though it did make him look a little out of place amongst all the various suits and formal dress robes, the scotsman didn't care. He wasn't about to forgo his fancy dress because no one else did it. So, there he was heading towards the great hall, wearing his kilt and the rest that went with it. A little less formal in get up than if he was going to a wedding but still more formal than if he was going to a Scotland game. He liked his kilt and more than that, Graeme liked how he looked, he enjoyed wearing it. He loved every part of it.
Although in saying all of that there were always moments, usually when he first stepped into the Great Hall, and spotted everyone else wearing far normal clothes that he thought perhaps he had chosen the wrong thing, that perhaps it would be better to just blend in with the rest of them, but usually that was followed with a strong sense of pride in his home country and a pride in dressing how he did. A true scotsmen, and being here to enjoy himself meant not lingering on what others might think of him, what they might think of his kilt, or as they'd probably call it, skirt, though that would incorrect. Graeme smiled at a few people he knew, gave a wave to the Hufflepuff Keeper which he spotted as he made his way into the Great Hall, he'd thought about asking Maya to this with him, but in the end he hadn't found his courage to. He hadn't been able to muster up what little courage he would need to ask her to this, so he was here alone, but he was sure that he would have fun, that he would be able to enjoy himself. Graeme always managed to enjoy himself.
Although in saying all of that there were always moments, usually when he first stepped into the Great Hall, and spotted everyone else wearing far normal clothes that he thought perhaps he had chosen the wrong thing, that perhaps it would be better to just blend in with the rest of them, but usually that was followed with a strong sense of pride in his home country and a pride in dressing how he did. A true scotsmen, and being here to enjoy himself meant not lingering on what others might think of him, what they might think of his kilt, or as they'd probably call it, skirt, though that would incorrect. Graeme smiled at a few people he knew, gave a wave to the Hufflepuff Keeper which he spotted as he made his way into the Great Hall, he'd thought about asking Maya to this with him, but in the end he hadn't found his courage to. He hadn't been able to muster up what little courage he would need to ask her to this, so he was here alone, but he was sure that he would have fun, that he would be able to enjoy himself. Graeme always managed to enjoy himself.