- Messages
- 401
- Wand
- Bloodwood 15 3/4" Core of Phoenix Talon
- Age
- 9/2004
Demitris walked along the sides of Brightstone village. His maroon robes fluttered in the breeze, as well as his black cloak. He looked like the type to never be reckoned with, however, he did have a soft spot. Reaching that spot, however, would deem impossible. Very few had reached into his heart, and only a few would he ever allow. He spotted a bench, and sat down in it to observe the place more from a lower angle.
How did Dietrich even stand this weather? It was so...warm. And Merlin knows how Jaken survived it. Demitris let out a sigh, his boredom increasing. What does a person here in New Zealand even do? It was awfully boring, and no one had caught his attention. Then again, when does anyone catch his attention? Demitris was hoping to catch sight of Jaken, but apparently, it seemed highly unfavorable. The Durmstrang boy leaned against the bench, wondering whether he should stay here for a moment longer before departing.
How did Dietrich even stand this weather? It was so...warm. And Merlin knows how Jaken survived it. Demitris let out a sigh, his boredom increasing. What does a person here in New Zealand even do? It was awfully boring, and no one had caught his attention. Then again, when does anyone catch his attention? Demitris was hoping to catch sight of Jaken, but apparently, it seemed highly unfavorable. The Durmstrang boy leaned against the bench, wondering whether he should stay here for a moment longer before departing.