Christopher Firn
Chill • Medley Bartender • Going Nowhere Fast
- Messages
- 37
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Straight 14 Inch Ebony Wand with Essence of Chimaera Scale
- Age
- 5/2024 (26)
Christopher Firn had spent his first semester at Hogwarts staying to himself, and getting to know the school. His mother had written to him a few times, and besides one letter to let her know he was alive, he ignored them. He was sure that his older brother was getting hell for that, but that was his burden as the older one. Of course he had read the letters. That was how he learned that his sister had gone and got herself knocked up, oh, and she was living in New Zealand now. Now all he needed was his mother moving here, and his running away would have been for nothing. I guess as long as she leaves me alone it's alright. Chris thought to himself. He was still bitter that Arisa's reputation ruined his first three years of school. At least here no one seemed to remember her, or his mother. It had been over ten years since either of them had been here after all.
Chris put down the book he had been 'reading'. There was no point nothing was sinking in. If he was meant to pass exams then he would pass. He had always been a pretty good student. He looked around, and took in the beauty around him. Everything was in bloom, and the garden was stunning. The wild patch club took really good care of it. Chris loved the weather here. It was winter in Canada right now, and everything would be dead, and covered in snow. It was warm all year round in New Zealand compared to there. He wondered if after a few years here he would be complaining, and wearing a sweater whenever it dipped down below 20c like the locals did. Next to him was a beautiful patch of daisies. Chris figured one wouldn't be missed, plucked it out of the ground, and stuck it behind his ear. He spread out over the bench he had been sitting on, closed his eyes, and just enjoyed the sunlight warming his face.
Chris put down the book he had been 'reading'. There was no point nothing was sinking in. If he was meant to pass exams then he would pass. He had always been a pretty good student. He looked around, and took in the beauty around him. Everything was in bloom, and the garden was stunning. The wild patch club took really good care of it. Chris loved the weather here. It was winter in Canada right now, and everything would be dead, and covered in snow. It was warm all year round in New Zealand compared to there. He wondered if after a few years here he would be complaining, and wearing a sweater whenever it dipped down below 20c like the locals did. Next to him was a beautiful patch of daisies. Chris figured one wouldn't be missed, plucked it out of the ground, and stuck it behind his ear. He spread out over the bench he had been sitting on, closed his eyes, and just enjoyed the sunlight warming his face.