- Messages
- 10
- OOC First Name
- Brandon
- Wand
- 10 inch Elder wand with Phoenix tail feather
Appearing in the white smokey fog that often came with disapparating to and from one location to the next, however as the distance between here and Baton Rogue was far to great by broom it seemed only reasonable for him to travel by magic. The floo network was never an option in his traveling option due to aversion to fire no matter how safe his aunts claimed it was these days. Straightening the collar of his jacket he brushed off his sleeves as he looked about the busy street on this warm summer afternoon, it was of course not as warm as it was back home but it would due for an afternoon of browsing. New Zealand was about as popular as Europe in regards to wizard activity but having grown board with the same ole same ole that London had to offer he decided that New Zealand was a more viable option for this excursion. He was in need of a few herbs and potion ingredients that were not native to the states for some potions and remedies that he would be concocting in the next couple of days. A client of his needed something for her arthritis, while another need something for his wife who was suffering from major migraines out of the blue. Of course these things wore common place for the small herbal shop that he ran back home, it was the only way he could use his talents as an herbalist and potion master to help those in need. He of course did not get over board and break the law on the magical side of things but he did try his best to help those in need.
Boys in tank tops and girls in short shorts walked up in down the streets of Brightstone as they went about there summer vacation, it of course had been years since he attended school and so he could not help but fell slightly out of place. However it was not like he was a leper to children or something equally terrifying, he just did not interact with them on a day to day basis, kids back home steered clear of the Goodwitch plantation due to the accusation of those living were into the occult. The churchgoers like to get around and tell rumors of rituals and sacrificing of chickens but in the swamps where voodoo was strong it seemed that anyone different was accused of something or another. The irony of it all was that the accusations were true though completely wrong... his aunt only sacrificed one chicken and that was in hopes of scaring the gnomes out of the yards. She had heard the tip from one of here crazed witch magazine that was full of nothing more than blatant lies but so long as it was able to steal a few more galleons from gullible women like his aunt the large the lies became of course there was no talking to that woman.
His aunts were very old school and a little off color in how they saw the world, they did not mind change from time to time only so long as it is for the betterment of life and not to make muggle or magical folks more lazy. He admired them for that but he never underestimated their power as witches, the bonds that they formed had made them formidable to say the lease. They often chalked it up to the bloodline like any old southern family did but he did not quiet buy it, they were paternal twins after all... borned at the same time but looked different. Either way he was not one for all the flash and bang that modern witches and wizards were into but rather the forms of magic that have been around for ages. Potions,Astronomy, and the likes though he still owned his wand he used it only defensively or for medicine and charms. He like to think of himself as a purest, a Wiccan of sorts though there were no such divisions when it came to magic as a whole though he did believe that if there is dark arts there surely be the white arts. Sticking hi hand into his pocket he ran his finger over the warm handle of his wand. It made him feel at ease in a strange place so he made his way down the street with no real destination in mind other than to explore and browse.
Boys in tank tops and girls in short shorts walked up in down the streets of Brightstone as they went about there summer vacation, it of course had been years since he attended school and so he could not help but fell slightly out of place. However it was not like he was a leper to children or something equally terrifying, he just did not interact with them on a day to day basis, kids back home steered clear of the Goodwitch plantation due to the accusation of those living were into the occult. The churchgoers like to get around and tell rumors of rituals and sacrificing of chickens but in the swamps where voodoo was strong it seemed that anyone different was accused of something or another. The irony of it all was that the accusations were true though completely wrong... his aunt only sacrificed one chicken and that was in hopes of scaring the gnomes out of the yards. She had heard the tip from one of here crazed witch magazine that was full of nothing more than blatant lies but so long as it was able to steal a few more galleons from gullible women like his aunt the large the lies became of course there was no talking to that woman.
His aunts were very old school and a little off color in how they saw the world, they did not mind change from time to time only so long as it is for the betterment of life and not to make muggle or magical folks more lazy. He admired them for that but he never underestimated their power as witches, the bonds that they formed had made them formidable to say the lease. They often chalked it up to the bloodline like any old southern family did but he did not quiet buy it, they were paternal twins after all... borned at the same time but looked different. Either way he was not one for all the flash and bang that modern witches and wizards were into but rather the forms of magic that have been around for ages. Potions,Astronomy, and the likes though he still owned his wand he used it only defensively or for medicine and charms. He like to think of himself as a purest, a Wiccan of sorts though there were no such divisions when it came to magic as a whole though he did believe that if there is dark arts there surely be the white arts. Sticking hi hand into his pocket he ran his finger over the warm handle of his wand. It made him feel at ease in a strange place so he made his way down the street with no real destination in mind other than to explore and browse.