Scipione Romanes
Member
- Messages
- 8
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Age
- 6/2010
Scipione Romanes finished the rounds with the Quidditch team, making them practice. He had some appointments to get to, mainly a magazine that wanted to talk to the coach about the year so far. Scipione didn't really appreciate being in the light and talking to them, but he had no other choice. Ever since he managed to leave the family, things have been rather rocky ever since. His uncle was a man that no one stood up to, and he did once, only to live to regret it. He was old enough to be on his own at the time, when the scar on his cheek was placed. If anyone asked, he lied. He would always say it was a Quidditch accident, from the time he was playing in school. He was a chaser in his time, but has since played professionally before going to coach. He was better that way. Scipione was a little upset that one of his players was out on maternity leave, but it was a dangerous sport. Absolutely nothing should happen to that child. It didn't matter what. Scipione did have a heart, and hoped that his siblings were well with their own children since he was running from his own destiny.
"Mister Romanes, they are here to talk to you," his manager spoke in a very high pitched tone. Scipione turned to Hanna and just gave her a weak smile. He just wanted to get this over with. He approached the building of the magazine that was ready for him, since he was waiting outside, debating on leaving. One thing he hated was attention. He might be stern out on the field, but in the public, he was shy as ever. "Okay, thanks." The Italian spoke with a soft tone. A part of him wanted to run, but he owed it to those that followed the magazine. Scipione settled down on a chair, and waited for the person to get here. Scipione placed his hands over his face for a moment, breathing in what his mother would want him to do. But it didn't matter much. She was dead. He knew what happened to her. Everything that happened within his family was never talked about. Ever. It reminded him of the mafia, but surely, that was not what he descended from.
"Mister Romanes, they are here to talk to you," his manager spoke in a very high pitched tone. Scipione turned to Hanna and just gave her a weak smile. He just wanted to get this over with. He approached the building of the magazine that was ready for him, since he was waiting outside, debating on leaving. One thing he hated was attention. He might be stern out on the field, but in the public, he was shy as ever. "Okay, thanks." The Italian spoke with a soft tone. A part of him wanted to run, but he owed it to those that followed the magazine. Scipione settled down on a chair, and waited for the person to get here. Scipione placed his hands over his face for a moment, breathing in what his mother would want him to do. But it didn't matter much. She was dead. He knew what happened to her. Everything that happened within his family was never talked about. Ever. It reminded him of the mafia, but surely, that was not what he descended from.