- Messages
- 43
- OOC First Name
- Jess S
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Hetero
- Wand
- Knotted 10 Inch Sturdy Pear Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 25 (12/12/2036)
Twila was freshly graduated from Hogwarts Scotland. She had nothing left to keep her in Ireland, so after selling her grandparents estate, she used to the money to leave her homeland and her extended family behind. She's settled into New Zealand a month ago, just outside of Obsidian Harbor. She had taken a week to move in, a small house at the end of the street on the edge of town. She hadn't had much, but she had wanted to make sure everything was placed perfectly. She wanted a nest, a hidey hole, somewhere she could always run to at a moments notice. She was the type to often run off on adventures, but having somewhere she could reliably return to was essential. She wanted a safe space, perhaps for the first time in her life.
She was on her way back from the store, with a few brown paper grocery bags in her arms. She was struggling a little bit, but she wasn't going to admit it. She had taken to walking around town the past few weeks. She'd picked a regular route that she liked to take, and had started to build up a familiarity with the area. She liked to visit the store once a week. It was necessary to have a routine she could fall back on. Of course, her trying to be completely independent did have its drawbacks. She was reminded of that as one of the bags slipped from her arms and spewed groceries all over the sidewalk. She sighed, and attempted to sink down to start gathering things. In doing so, she dropped the rest of her groceries. She groaned, and settled down on her knees before starting to gather her things.
She was on her way back from the store, with a few brown paper grocery bags in her arms. She was struggling a little bit, but she wasn't going to admit it. She had taken to walking around town the past few weeks. She'd picked a regular route that she liked to take, and had started to build up a familiarity with the area. She liked to visit the store once a week. It was necessary to have a routine she could fall back on. Of course, her trying to be completely independent did have its drawbacks. She was reminded of that as one of the bags slipped from her arms and spewed groceries all over the sidewalk. She sighed, and attempted to sink down to start gathering things. In doing so, she dropped the rest of her groceries. She groaned, and settled down on her knees before starting to gather her things.
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