- Messages
- 475
- OOC First Name
- Cole
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Chaser <3
- Age
- 10/2028
Aminia Macksimov was not the same person she entered into Hogwarts as years ago. The child blossomed every day into a woman with more wisdom adn knowledge about the real world than she had ever thought capable of. The blonde pondered as she ran fingers over the half wall she'd often used to stretch on, earning glances at the very least from other students. She'd have done anything to gather that attention, and a part of her still would. In her hand she clutched a very short letter from her sister about the Holidays, wondering if she should have written back instead of ignoring it. However she couldn't lie to her, she'd continued to contact Chaser - the strange boy she'd met on a competition trip. Regardless on the friends Aminia was learning to make she still often thought of the boy she wrote poems for.
The veela glanced behind her before hopping onto the wall in a less than graceful motion. She nearly dropped her notebook and quill onto the ground, the ink well already sitting on the top. Once on the call she settled herself into a hamstring stretch, leaning forward with book in hand she adjusted to be able to read through her writing, and write a little bit more in the space between her legs. If she at least combined the two then she couldn't be told she was losing her focus. Though she knew she'd never get away with that at her house. Aminia thought carefully before marking in some more words, concentrating on the paper, as if no one around her existed. It was easier than feeling alone when things got crowded.
The veela glanced behind her before hopping onto the wall in a less than graceful motion. She nearly dropped her notebook and quill onto the ground, the ink well already sitting on the top. Once on the call she settled herself into a hamstring stretch, leaning forward with book in hand she adjusted to be able to read through her writing, and write a little bit more in the space between her legs. If she at least combined the two then she couldn't be told she was losing her focus. Though she knew she'd never get away with that at her house. Aminia thought carefully before marking in some more words, concentrating on the paper, as if no one around her existed. It was easier than feeling alone when things got crowded.