Merlina Caliburn
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 490
- OOC First Name
- Linda
- Wand
- Eucalyptus Wand 13 1/2" Essence of Mermaid Scale
- Age
- 8/2011
Merlina was given the rare privilege of being left off the rein, her father being ridiculously protective of his only off-spring had left her with strict instructions that she stay only in Obsidian and be no later than five o'clock to come back to the Inn to meet him. She glorified now in this very rare moment on her own. Her mother thankfully had not bothered to come with them to New Zealand, feigning one of her famous headaches and swearing pathetically how travelling made her ill. Merlina did not care in the slightest what travelling did to her mother anymore, the fact was she was now quite free to do what she wanted and her mother could no longer stop her.
She nearly skipped down the cobbled streets of Obsidian, purchasing an icecream at one store and continuing on until she stopped mesmerised outside the quidditch supply store. She nearly pressed her nose against the glass to see inside. The firebolts and streaks on display were breathtaking and she was hooked. Someday hopefully within the next few weeks she would have a broom of her own. Using her stupid aunties was definitely not the same. She finished her ice-cream but could not bare to part from the window, knowing she was possibly blocking the view of others but not caring the slightest. Her two hands were now pressed against the pane, as was her forehead. Visions of her being the house captain flitted through her head and a very contented sigh escaped her.
She nearly skipped down the cobbled streets of Obsidian, purchasing an icecream at one store and continuing on until she stopped mesmerised outside the quidditch supply store. She nearly pressed her nose against the glass to see inside. The firebolts and streaks on display were breathtaking and she was hooked. Someday hopefully within the next few weeks she would have a broom of her own. Using her stupid aunties was definitely not the same. She finished her ice-cream but could not bare to part from the window, knowing she was possibly blocking the view of others but not caring the slightest. Her two hands were now pressed against the pane, as was her forehead. Visions of her being the house captain flitted through her head and a very contented sigh escaped her.