- Messages
- 575
- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Saveli <3
- Wand
- Straight 10 1/2 Inch Whippy Cypress Wand with Erumpent Hide Core
- Age
- 12/2027 (feels about 90)
Yet again, Rudolf was busy studying. Reuben, who, despite pledging to improve the frankly abysmal grades he'd received last year, still had yet to set foot in the library, was bored out of his mind. He'd depleted his entire stash of stink pellets laying an ingenious trap in one of the school's hidden passageways, and he couldn't even find Vex to tell him all about it. The Hufflepuff sighed. He couldn't even get a poltergeist to be his friend. There was really no hope for him at all.
After a while, Reuben tired of staring at the ceiling of his dormitory and swung out of bed to find a change of scenery. He missed home already, though he'd never have admitted it. As far as his family was concerned, Reuben was having a wonderful time at Hogwarts, and he didn't intend on shattering this illusion any time soon. The Hufflepuff shrugged on a jacket and stepped into his trainers before heading out of the common room and down to the grounds. Nobody so much as glanced his way as he crossed the lawn and passed the lake, which he wasn't sure was such a bad thing any more. Going unnoticed made it easier to be miserable.
Reuben slowed to a halt next to the rosebush, where he and Rudolf had once pretended to duel with sticks. The sight of the blooming flowers brought an easy smile to the young boy's lips. They reminded him of home. He reached out and cupped the curved petals in his hand, watching a cold droplet of dew roll down his finger. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he gently plucked the flower a little way down its stem. He still had the flower crown he'd been given at the Wild Patch party last year, but it was dead and squashed at the bottom of his trunk somewhere. Now he could make a new one. The Hufflepuff set to work, twining long stems together and doing his best to replicate the details. He worked with such fierce concentration that he didn't even realise he was no longer alone.
After a while, Reuben tired of staring at the ceiling of his dormitory and swung out of bed to find a change of scenery. He missed home already, though he'd never have admitted it. As far as his family was concerned, Reuben was having a wonderful time at Hogwarts, and he didn't intend on shattering this illusion any time soon. The Hufflepuff shrugged on a jacket and stepped into his trainers before heading out of the common room and down to the grounds. Nobody so much as glanced his way as he crossed the lawn and passed the lake, which he wasn't sure was such a bad thing any more. Going unnoticed made it easier to be miserable.
Reuben slowed to a halt next to the rosebush, where he and Rudolf had once pretended to duel with sticks. The sight of the blooming flowers brought an easy smile to the young boy's lips. They reminded him of home. He reached out and cupped the curved petals in his hand, watching a cold droplet of dew roll down his finger. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he gently plucked the flower a little way down its stem. He still had the flower crown he'd been given at the Wild Patch party last year, but it was dead and squashed at the bottom of his trunk somewhere. Now he could make a new one. The Hufflepuff set to work, twining long stems together and doing his best to replicate the details. He worked with such fierce concentration that he didn't even realise he was no longer alone.