- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Alexis
If there was one thing that would ensure exploration it was being forbidden. The forest on Hogwarts grounds had the word in it's name and it was all too tantalizing for the first year so she told a friend or two or three just where she was going so that they could give her the attention she yearned for even now. The Gryffindor grinned churlishly as she sauntered into The Forbidden Forest. If she could survive all the snakes, spiders and a kangaroo or two Freya was certain that this would be nothing to think on. So she pushed her ginger hair behind her ears and pressed forward, thinking of how she might return to the castle with mud on her shoes and a big smile on her face with the other first year girls impressed at her level of bravery which she knew her friends had not attempted. Bravery, they said, is one thing but rule breaking is another.
With the thick brush all around her it was hard to see much far ahead but she kept walking, making a path and keeping it alight with her wand in front of her. Not that lumos did seem to help much anyway. Scrapes were made on her arms as she trudged through the muddy forest but she was glad to be hidden from the sun a little and feel the cool breeze pass by her. There was not much of that in the castle, especially after walking up all those bleeding staircases and how they decided to switch their path at the most opportune moments. Freya had experienced warmer weather, yes, but a beach was always a walk away and so without the sea nearby she was happy with the forest until she stopped upon hearing a crack of a stick from further away. It was not her who had made that noise but more curious than anxious she turned her head to find the source.
"Hey there, mate?" Freya asked, her accent mulling her words together sounding at times more German and at others more Australian. It was, people had told her, a confusing accent to place despite living most of her young life in the large Oceanic country. Freckled and flushed she was a character in red from her thick, curly hair to her school robes which she had already gotten dirty enough. The Gryffindor wondered who she might meet in a place like this.
<i></i>With the thick brush all around her it was hard to see much far ahead but she kept walking, making a path and keeping it alight with her wand in front of her. Not that lumos did seem to help much anyway. Scrapes were made on her arms as she trudged through the muddy forest but she was glad to be hidden from the sun a little and feel the cool breeze pass by her. There was not much of that in the castle, especially after walking up all those bleeding staircases and how they decided to switch their path at the most opportune moments. Freya had experienced warmer weather, yes, but a beach was always a walk away and so without the sea nearby she was happy with the forest until she stopped upon hearing a crack of a stick from further away. It was not her who had made that noise but more curious than anxious she turned her head to find the source.
"Hey there, mate?" Freya asked, her accent mulling her words together sounding at times more German and at others more Australian. It was, people had told her, a confusing accent to place despite living most of her young life in the large Oceanic country. Freckled and flushed she was a character in red from her thick, curly hair to her school robes which she had already gotten dirty enough. The Gryffindor wondered who she might meet in a place like this.