- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Charlie
- Wand
- Knotted 9 1/2 Inch Swishy Aspen Wand with Doxy Wing Core
Ezra liked to think that he was right at home in Obsidian Harbour. Frankly, it was like a second home to him, not that you could guess that because he more looked like a tourist than someone who spends most of their life there. Not to mention his accent which was a strange mix between heavy Russian and Australian, and he was pretty sure there was a bit of Cockney in there as well from spending too much time with his Grandfather. He just liked to think that it made him different and more unique than everyone else, but in reality, it just made him a lot harder to understand. But, Ezra simply didn't mind, hey, it was not like he minded about much. People looking at him funny as he wandered around with sunglasses pushed up his nose and a Barmah on his head because he thought it was hilarious didn't even faze him. This was just who he was and he was not going to change anything about him because people decided to look at him a little funny.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, the Durmstrang boy wandered in and out of the passing crowds. Occasionally he bumped shoulders with someone else, but all it took was a charming smile and an apology before he was on his way again. Turning his head just to check behind him, Ezra had failed to notice that he was about to walk straight into a wall. He only noticed this at the last second and he had little time to send the instructions to stop to his feet, resulting in the only possible outcome. His face planted itself into the wall and he stumbled, pulling away to rub his nose roughly under his palm. That was when he felt something wet, pulling his hand away to see flecks of red liquid dripping from his nose and splashing against his hand.
"Dun' suppose you have a tissue, do ya?" He asked at the closest person walking by. "I kinda have myself a little problem. Has this wall always been here?"
Shoving his hands into his pockets, the Durmstrang boy wandered in and out of the passing crowds. Occasionally he bumped shoulders with someone else, but all it took was a charming smile and an apology before he was on his way again. Turning his head just to check behind him, Ezra had failed to notice that he was about to walk straight into a wall. He only noticed this at the last second and he had little time to send the instructions to stop to his feet, resulting in the only possible outcome. His face planted itself into the wall and he stumbled, pulling away to rub his nose roughly under his palm. That was when he felt something wet, pulling his hand away to see flecks of red liquid dripping from his nose and splashing against his hand.
"Dun' suppose you have a tissue, do ya?" He asked at the closest person walking by. "I kinda have myself a little problem. Has this wall always been here?"