- Messages
- 401
- Wand
- Bloodwood 15 3/4" Core of Phoenix Talon
- Age
- 9/2004
Demitris paced calmly throughout the empty room that the meetings of the Group was held in. He had his hands behind his back, and waited patiently for Svetlana. Where was she? Biting his lip, he glanced over at Vladilen. Demitris questioned the silent one, "Where is she? And are you sure you saw what you saw?" Vladilen nodded, and shrugged. Demitris shook his head. Well, I won't be getting on her bad side anymore. Though, what was her purpose? Demitris summoned a chair using his wand to him. He took a seat and folded his arms upon his broad chest.
Sure, he wasn't at all that cold and glaring at Hayden a lot, but he had to admit that it was a rather unique event. Demitris didn't even know whether it was true or not. Who would believe a first year? Vladilen simply passed on the message. Demitris motioned for Vladilen to leave, to which he did. Svetlana should be here in a matter of moments. He ran his hand through his hair, his green eyes closing and relaxing.
His eyes shot open when he heard the sound of the classroom door opening. He did not smile. This was just a private meeting. Dietrich had to skip out, for he was busy training for Quidditch. Such a simple sport, but he enjoyed playing a beater. Although, that was for reasons that were completely different than Dietrich's. He simply got out anger by hitting the bludger. Demitris tapped his arm with his finger impatiently, as his eyes were locked on the person about to enter the room.
Sure, he wasn't at all that cold and glaring at Hayden a lot, but he had to admit that it was a rather unique event. Demitris didn't even know whether it was true or not. Who would believe a first year? Vladilen simply passed on the message. Demitris motioned for Vladilen to leave, to which he did. Svetlana should be here in a matter of moments. He ran his hand through his hair, his green eyes closing and relaxing.
His eyes shot open when he heard the sound of the classroom door opening. He did not smile. This was just a private meeting. Dietrich had to skip out, for he was busy training for Quidditch. Such a simple sport, but he enjoyed playing a beater. Although, that was for reasons that were completely different than Dietrich's. He simply got out anger by hitting the bludger. Demitris tapped his arm with his finger impatiently, as his eyes were locked on the person about to enter the room.