Rephael Matthias
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- 5/2012
Rephael was relieved. He was out of Durmstrang for the winter break, and he had decided to come and visit his brothers, which where many. He had eleven brothers, and two sisters, and he was not even about to think of all of their names even though he knew them by heart. Rephael, however was not the nicer of the brothers. In fact, he was one of the meanest. Tristane was the nicest, and then there was the two oldest ones which were not that bad. However the rest of them were horrible. He knew that the worst one was Sethos. He had the hair, the looks, he could have any woman he wanted. Rephael was not that bad of a looker, but his brothers, they were all handsome in their own way, it was hard to compare them all. Their father was a looker, as was their mother. There was nothing he was ashamed of, but right now, he could have most of his family die, and he wouldn't even blink. His girlfriend of four years had cheated on him with five guys, and two girls, so imagine that. Rephael thought that they really had something, but he learned that he can't trust a damn soul now. Rephael regretted ever being with that witch. He hated his ex now, and he wanted a break. Which was why he was here in New Zealand, where his hoodie was not even needed in this weather. It was far too warm for him, and he removed his hoodie immediately. He wanted to get something cold to drink, or even get wasted, he didn't care. What happened when one was dumped even though the dumper managed to cheat so many times? Rephael was not the best boyfriend, but hell, he gave her stuff, and even kept his hair shorter for her.
All of that was over now. His hair was longer, his amber eyes shown with ferocity as though they were on fire, and could shot fire. However that was impossible, even for a dragon. Nothing could shoot fire from its eyes. Rephael rolled his eyes and he entered the local coffee shop just off of Brightstone, where he went in and he found a couch. He spotted it, and he went to get something to drink. He got a coffee and he went over to sit on the couch. Rephael sank down into the brown couch, and he took a sip of his coffee, as he closed his amber eyes. He didn't want anyone to bother him, and it was obvious. He was sitting in the middle of the couch, where he felt like he was hogging it. Anyone that wanted this, they could just wait. He didn't want anyone to have this but him. Rephael was in a sour mood, and he was not going to bother with anyone today. However the fates had something else in mind. Rephael started to plan revenge against his ex. He did not know how he would do it, but he would. His outfit was nothing special, but his jeans alone cost more than the couch. Drinking his coffee some more, ideas of getting the wh*re back rushed through his mind, but nothing ideal was going to be good enough. He needed to think of something, and soon. This was driving the seventh year insane.
All of that was over now. His hair was longer, his amber eyes shown with ferocity as though they were on fire, and could shot fire. However that was impossible, even for a dragon. Nothing could shoot fire from its eyes. Rephael rolled his eyes and he entered the local coffee shop just off of Brightstone, where he went in and he found a couch. He spotted it, and he went to get something to drink. He got a coffee and he went over to sit on the couch. Rephael sank down into the brown couch, and he took a sip of his coffee, as he closed his amber eyes. He didn't want anyone to bother him, and it was obvious. He was sitting in the middle of the couch, where he felt like he was hogging it. Anyone that wanted this, they could just wait. He didn't want anyone to have this but him. Rephael was in a sour mood, and he was not going to bother with anyone today. However the fates had something else in mind. Rephael started to plan revenge against his ex. He did not know how he would do it, but he would. His outfit was nothing special, but his jeans alone cost more than the couch. Drinking his coffee some more, ideas of getting the wh*re back rushed through his mind, but nothing ideal was going to be good enough. He needed to think of something, and soon. This was driving the seventh year insane.