- Messages
- 445
- OOC First Name
- Kait
- Sexual Orientation
- Dymetris ❤
- Wand
- Oak 14 3/4" Essence of Raven Feather
- Age
- 2/2014
Faxen Lowart had spent a few hours on her appearance tonight. To say that the time she had spend had gone to waste would be absolutely absurd. Faxen was fifteen years old and a recently made Gryffindor prefect, however tonight she did not look like either. Her silver sequined dress fit her like a glove, curving perfectly along to her body. Her loosely curled hair hung down around her shoulders, framing her face. Faxen looked like she was a model, though that was never something she aspired to be. Certainly, the brunette did not look like a fifteen year old. Of course, that was her goal. She had not seen Enzo in months now and she wanted to impress him, or at the least get a reaction out of him. Enzo had been with too many girls to count, so when he noticed her beauty, it meant something.
The girl was standing outside a fancy-schmancy restaurant, waiting on her very best friend, Lawrence Andrew Cavell. It seemed like forever since they had last had dinner, now that he was a big shot on a Quidditch team in Europe, many miles from Faxi. A hand was on the brunette's hip, the other was clutching her purse, as she stood outside. It was a place in New Zealand, one that she could get to by magical means other than apparition. Faxi sighed as she tried to wait patiently. Despite all of her growing up over the years, her impatience had stuck with her. Pursing her lips, Faxen brushed a curl out of her face.
The girl was standing outside a fancy-schmancy restaurant, waiting on her very best friend, Lawrence Andrew Cavell. It seemed like forever since they had last had dinner, now that he was a big shot on a Quidditch team in Europe, many miles from Faxi. A hand was on the brunette's hip, the other was clutching her purse, as she stood outside. It was a place in New Zealand, one that she could get to by magical means other than apparition. Faxi sighed as she tried to wait patiently. Despite all of her growing up over the years, her impatience had stuck with her. Pursing her lips, Faxen brushed a curl out of her face.