- Messages
- 134
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Gnarled 16 Inch Malleable Hemlock Wand with Hag Hair Core
- Age
- 12/2029
The Mordaunt boy found himself in the castle's trophy room for the first time in the few years he had already spent at the magical school. He'd never heard of Hogwarts New Zealand competing in any competitions or championships, unlike the other wizarding schools overseas, so he was looking for something, anything really, to suggest they had. What he found so far was nothing short of disappointing. Top point earners for each year, quidditch house cups, and costume competition winners. There was no real pride in this school. No trophies for dueling, no students partaking in the international potions championships. The school kept to itself and lacked any real competitive streak. Solomon's hair grew darker as his frustration further deepened, unwillingly changing from a light blond into a dark red. How was he supposed to show off or prove himself when HNZ sat around doing nothing. Shoving his hands into his pockets, the metamorphmagus moved on, hoping to find something worthwhile to attempt. He had no doubt he could win a costume competition easily, but it was lacklustre. He wanted more.
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