- Messages
- 462
- OOC First Name
- Charlie
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Interested in Somebody
- Wand
- Straight 11 1/2 Inch Rigid Mahogany Wand with Mermaid Scale Core
- Age
- 11/2040 (19)
A lot of problems could be solved with magic, Eoin was very aware of this fact, but he still refused to use it out of principle. He had survived for eleven years without a wand and magic and he was quite sure he could continue to do just that. Magic was a crutch, and he was refusing to use it. And besides, he was sick and tired of how much better magical kind seemed to think they were than Muggles - and they were the ones using quills and had owls delivering their letters.
"Come on," the teenager muttered to himself, standing right up on the tips of his toes to try and reach the book he wanted on the top shelf. While he was over six foot tall, six-two, last he had checked, not even he was tall enough to reach all the way at the top. And sure, a simple wave of his wand would fix this problem and get the book in his hand within seconds, he wasn't going to do that. He didn't even carry his wand around anymore. Currently, it was locked in his trunk and not likely to come out unless he was heading down to the lake. In the end, Eoin gave up with a huff, dropping back to his feet before looking around for a step-ladder of some kind he could use. There was probably one around, though, knowing wizards they probably thought they didn't need one if they had magic to solve all their little problems.
"Come on," the teenager muttered to himself, standing right up on the tips of his toes to try and reach the book he wanted on the top shelf. While he was over six foot tall, six-two, last he had checked, not even he was tall enough to reach all the way at the top. And sure, a simple wave of his wand would fix this problem and get the book in his hand within seconds, he wasn't going to do that. He didn't even carry his wand around anymore. Currently, it was locked in his trunk and not likely to come out unless he was heading down to the lake. In the end, Eoin gave up with a huff, dropping back to his feet before looking around for a step-ladder of some kind he could use. There was probably one around, though, knowing wizards they probably thought they didn't need one if they had magic to solve all their little problems.