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- Emzies
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- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- not interested
- Wand
- Oak Wand 14 3/4" Essence of Raven Feather
- Age
- 8/2036 (24)
Aonghas didn’t particular know what had brought him to the wild patch gardens, but following the club fair and signing up for it Aonghas had spent a few days staring at the flower crown that the boy, whom he knew as Rory’s friend had given him. Aonghas was enjoying school, coming had been a good thing, he’d made some friends and spent time with a number of others, he’d explored a bit and it was all quite nice. However there was the problem of his family lingering over in his mind. He had been writing to his parents and getting letters back and though he did occasionally mention Rory his parents had said nothing about it, had done nothing about it and it was a growing concern for him. He wouldn’t mind being the one to inherit the business, he did like working there with his dad and he liked what they did, the wealth and status that gave him. He could appreciate and talk to people who were by his family’s view below them, but he wasn’t interested really in dating anyone other than a pureblood. If Rory didn’t want it then fine and Aonghas would do what his family wanted, but the harshness with which they were treating him was what sat on his mind.
Aonghas didn’t have anyone to talk about it with and it was heavy on his mind, he loved Rory he hardly wanted to see the older boy driven out. The flower patch leader was the only person who was old enough and in Rory’s year that he thought might provide some insight, answers to some questions he had. Who he could maybe tell about it. She probably wouldn't tell anyone else, and he knew it might at the very least give him a little peace of mind. Telling professors might get his family in trouble though Rory was seventeen, but Aonghas didn't think telling professors would be a very good move, they wouldn't understand the complexities of his family, not that would Ainsley would necessarily, but he didn't know any professors yet. Though perhaps even talking to her about it wasn’t a good idea, but he just needed someone to tell about it really. So after days of just staring at the crown he had decided to go and seek the girl out. He had put on his warm clothes and headed to the gardens, going through the normal gardens and to the specific bit he’d learned was the wild patch. ”Ainsley?” he called out not wanting to venture much more if she wasn’t there.