- Messages
- 302
- OOC First Name
- Alexis
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Homosexual
- Wand
- Curly 10 1/2 Inch Sturdy Cypress Wand with Fairy Wing Core
- Age
- 32
It was an accepted rule, generally, that if one of the Cohen-Knight's were anywhere near the Quidditch Pitch that something was going to go down but Zara wasn't there to goad or to protest or to even start a fight. She was looking for advice in a place where she thought the people were the least able to give any such advice. Still the girl had nowhere else to go. Zara knew this would be a hard thing to do - to be vulnerable in front of someone she did not like nor someone she respected very much but she had prayed for the strength to do so and all she could do was hope that she had been able to summon this bravery and the ability to be humble by way of searching for advice and help from someone who must think terribly low of her. She tried not to lean too much on her negative thoughts as she approached the pitch where she had on good word that Marisol must be. Practicing the deadly sport of Quidditch, no less. Still Zara entered the pitch and hoped that this would be less painful than she suspected it would be. Zara instinctively held onto the pendant of her necklace as she looked up at the skies feeling hopeful and worried all at once. The witch didn't even know with any certainty that it was the person she was looking for who was flying high above her or that she could be seen but Zara watched as she saw from afar the flight of the girl who was as good as a valkyrie. She was to hold in her hands information that could kill her last two years at Hogwarts if shared prematurely and hoped that she was given some understanding.
Zara, to expedite the waiting time let her bronze star go and reached for her pocketed wand and shot sparks up at the girl in flight in hopes that it would alert her to touch down to the field. Zara may have needed help but she was not so desperate as to go for a flight and endanger herself like this. She had to retain some resemblance of herself which was meant she kept her feet firmly planted on the ground at all times so she waited while pocketing her wand once more.
Zara, to expedite the waiting time let her bronze star go and reached for her pocketed wand and shot sparks up at the girl in flight in hopes that it would alert her to touch down to the field. Zara may have needed help but she was not so desperate as to go for a flight and endanger herself like this. She had to retain some resemblance of herself which was meant she kept her feet firmly planted on the ground at all times so she waited while pocketing her wand once more.