- Messages
- 127
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Pansexual
- Wand
- Curved 17 Inch Whippy Acacia Wand with Essence of Belladonna Core
- Age
- 3/2025 (30)
On any other day, Timmy would not be so anxious about roaming the school. He pockets were empty of everything except his wand and specks of dust, and he did not have his sketchbook. He was out of his comfort zone and empty. As a form of aggressive treatment, his counselor confiscated his notebook and was actively tracking him on a map to make sure the boy did not go to the Student Lounge, which was normally where he was at this time. Apparently, Timothy needed to find who he was without drawing. His drawing acted as an anchor, but it also deterred him from developing into a well functioning member of society. He trudged up the stairs to the North Tower. He noted that he was pulling his fingers. The fact that he was pulling his fingers meant that he was not stable. If the boy was going to be honest with himself, he was scared. His breath was hollow and small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. Once reaching the tower, Timmy collapsed against a wall. He closed his eyes and began to count, all while taking deep breaths. He was not aware of the others in the room with him. He did not care if they heard him counting. He just needed something, but he did not know what could possibly replace drawing.