- Messages
- 2,347
- OOC First Name
- Jesse
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Straight 11 ½ Inch Sturdy Maple Wand with Ashwinder Dust Core
- Age
- June 20 2038 (21)
One of the recipients on Lysanders list of roses was a tough one. Alice was one of the people organising like, the whole event, and Sander had no clue where on earth in the castle she could be, since she was out delivering roses too. He wasn't sure why she hadn't just kept her own rose since she was one of the people to hand it out. It's what he would have done. Waiting to find out what all of his notes said would have been impossible, and he couldn't imagine handing his notes away to people and spending the whole day waiting for them to give them back to him to read.
Sander had seen Alice a couple of times from a distance, at one point running around frantically around one of the towers, but it had been such a mission to get up there, and he couldn't find her when he did. He decided to leave her for later and focus on some of his other deliveries, when he spotted her once again in one of the corridors. This was it. He wasn't going to lose her again. "Alice! Alice! STOP." He shouted, holding up his hand to get her to pause before she could vanish again. He ran up to her and came to a halt himself, taking a few moments to catch his breath. Rose-running was hard work. "I've got, phew. I've got your rose." He told her, searching through his collection for the one for her.
Sander had seen Alice a couple of times from a distance, at one point running around frantically around one of the towers, but it had been such a mission to get up there, and he couldn't find her when he did. He decided to leave her for later and focus on some of his other deliveries, when he spotted her once again in one of the corridors. This was it. He wasn't going to lose her again. "Alice! Alice! STOP." He shouted, holding up his hand to get her to pause before she could vanish again. He ran up to her and came to a halt himself, taking a few moments to catch his breath. Rose-running was hard work. "I've got, phew. I've got your rose." He told her, searching through his collection for the one for her.