Sunshine Roses

Orwell Brocken

Eco-Anarchist & Activist
 
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OOC First Name
Emzies
Blood Status
Mixed Blood
Relationship Status
Interested in Somebody
Sexual Orientation
Destroying Capitalism
Wand
Knotted 14" Sturdy Pear Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
Age
12/2024 (37)
It was merely by chance that Orwell had run into his next person, he'd been looking for Archie, wanting to take a break from his deliveries and spend time with his best friend, but could not. He spotted the boy and called out to him, "Xavier Jeffreys!" he didn't know the boy well, but he knew of him, given that he shared a dorm with the guy's older brother, "Wait up!" he then added to be sure the boy didn't walk off, and kept walking until he stood in front of him.
 
Xavier had the two roses he received at breakfast and their accompanying notes in hand as he walked through the first floor corridor on the path to his common room. He did not think he was going to receive any more roses until another person called his name and eventually walked in front of him. Xavier stopped his steps and smiled at the older boy, recognizing him as one of Isaiah's friends. If not a friend, then at least an acquaintance. "Hello." He said, smiling.
 
Orwell knew of the boy, and smiled easily at him as he spoke, holding out the yellow rose for the boy, "This is for you," he waited for the boy to take it, before getting the note out and handing that to the boy. He hadn't read any of the notes of course that was for the person to read, but he enjoyed watching the people's faces as they read the notes.
 
"Oooh, another?" Xavier asked as the familiar boy handed him a rose. He carefully took it by the stem, moving to hold it with the other two roses he'd already received. Xavier had gotten so many roses from all of his friends! He felt so happy that his friends were so kind. He smiled at the older boy before asking "Is there a note to go with this one, too?"
 
Orwell wondered why he'd never really seen the young boy in the gardens, from what his brother had told him, he would be interested in such a thing, but in standing there thinking about it, he realised he hadn't actually handed the boy the note. Orwell chuckled to himself before handing it to him, "Sorry," he apologised keeping the light expression on his face as he spoke.
Bug Boy,
I hope there are bugs in this for you.
 

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