- Messages
- 922
- OOC First Name
- Daphne
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
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- Interested in Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Bi
- Wand
- 12 1/2 Inch Cherry Wand with Billywig Stinger Core
- Age
- 5/2035 (27)
The Christmas break had been nice, though it had also been strange. Abian had gotten used to the magical world over the first semester, but being back in the normal world had seemed more natural. He hadn't been able to show his sister or mother his magic, because there was some rule against that, so all he could do was tell them what he'd learned and hope they believed him. It was a little bit of a relief that he wasn't allowed to use magic. It would have been embarrassing if he'd tried to levitate something and failed, which was a real possibility. Abian wasn't taking to magical school, much like he had never really excelled in school before now. He just hoped he would be able to go with the flow and not stand out. The last thing he wanted to find out was how magical detention would work.
As he made his way to breakfast, Abian stopped in the Great Hall. He knew he was supposed to go sit at the Hufflepuff table, but he had already been doing that for half a year. He wasn't sure how strict the rule was against sitting at other tables, but seized with the desire to try something new, Abian decided to give it a go. Randomly, he walked over to one of the other tables and sat down as if he belonged there. It was the red house, Griffindor? He knew Elio was in this house, and Jacob was too. But he didn't see either boy. To his disappointment, the food on the table wasn't any different from what he was used to at his own table. He glanced at the boy next to him, glad to see it was someone he recognized from his own year. "Hey, do you suppose we all get the same food all the time or do you think they switch it up sometimes? I'm usually at the Hufflepuff table, but it looks the same there. I was hoping maybe the brave Griffindors would get something more exciting for breakfast." He commented, picking up a fork and pointing at some toast. "Not exactly adventurous."
As he made his way to breakfast, Abian stopped in the Great Hall. He knew he was supposed to go sit at the Hufflepuff table, but he had already been doing that for half a year. He wasn't sure how strict the rule was against sitting at other tables, but seized with the desire to try something new, Abian decided to give it a go. Randomly, he walked over to one of the other tables and sat down as if he belonged there. It was the red house, Griffindor? He knew Elio was in this house, and Jacob was too. But he didn't see either boy. To his disappointment, the food on the table wasn't any different from what he was used to at his own table. He glanced at the boy next to him, glad to see it was someone he recognized from his own year. "Hey, do you suppose we all get the same food all the time or do you think they switch it up sometimes? I'm usually at the Hufflepuff table, but it looks the same there. I was hoping maybe the brave Griffindors would get something more exciting for breakfast." He commented, picking up a fork and pointing at some toast. "Not exactly adventurous."