- Messages
- 56
- OOC First Name
- Clara
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Pansexual
- Wand
- Knotted 13 1/2 Inch Flexible Oak Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 6/2035 (17)
Artemis Pourroulis did not really have much planned for the day. The semester was only at the beginning, and although some classes already handed out assignments and reading to do, Artemis had already gotten through with those tasks for this week and was moving on to the fun part of her school life. She never liked to do things ahead, she preferred the thrill of getting it all done in a shorter amount of time. It gave her a sense of adrenaline and plus, she always worked well under pressure. It was the main reason why she (normally) did well in a lot of her subjects. Artemis decided that even though she was almost done with her first year at Hogwarts she still had some places she would like to explore. Maybe, she could find one of her few friends she had made in first semester and she could convince them to tag along. It was more fun when more people were with her, after all. But then adventuring was never boring in itself, even if she was by herself.
Artemis didnt get very far when it happened. Of course, she didn't mean to. Somehow sometimes trouble seemed to find her. She gasped at the realisation of what she'd done - the statue that had been upright, the one she had accidentally bumped into, was now on the floor, and what was worse, it was broken. Artemis was horrified. Then, after a split second, she began to laugh, laugh so much she wouldnt be surprised if people on the next floor could hear her cackles. Surely, there was a way she could fix the statue, or make a replica? She was living in a world full of magic, after all. She couldnt get into so much trouble for this, could she?
Artemis didnt get very far when it happened. Of course, she didn't mean to. Somehow sometimes trouble seemed to find her. She gasped at the realisation of what she'd done - the statue that had been upright, the one she had accidentally bumped into, was now on the floor, and what was worse, it was broken. Artemis was horrified. Then, after a split second, she began to laugh, laugh so much she wouldnt be surprised if people on the next floor could hear her cackles. Surely, there was a way she could fix the statue, or make a replica? She was living in a world full of magic, after all. She couldnt get into so much trouble for this, could she?