Minoas Stratis
Animagus | Mercenary | Spell Inventor
- Messages
- 1,654
- OOC First Name
- Liam
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Olive Wood 15" Core of Aethonan Feather
- Age
- 30 (07/2007)
- Out of Character:
- Plot I 8060180
The enhanced greenery smell was creating a sense of freshness in the air that early in the morning. Despite being early summer and the weather had become significantly warmer, the moments before sunrise in the desert were quite cooler that from other places. Minoas sneaked out of the Stratis household, closing the heavy door behind him as quietly as possible. The sun wasn't visible yet. Not at least for him since his family's property was located in a hollowed mesa which was looking much more like a dormant crater. The rocky 'fence' of the mesa had isolated a vast area of fields and groves from the dead-silent desert outside, along with a neoclassical mansion made of pentelic marble, some other minor buildings and an enormous stable of Minoan architecture. That was Minoas' first stop for today and his body language was giving out that he hadn't informed anyone for that.
Anyone but his father. The semester at school that had just ended wasn't the best one for this young wizard. His habit of breaking the rules now and then had triggered a rather unpleasant series of detentions and punishments. Being confined within Hogwarts' walls for a month was nothing compared to Professor Kingsley's update to his parents about their son's deeds. After being welcomed back home for Christmas holidays, his mother expressed keenly her dissatisfaction and disappointment along with a long, endless preaching about acting more disciplinarily and responsibly. Even his father, who was generally more tolerant, wasn't happy about the owl he had received that day from the head of Gryffindor house. Grounded for a week within the house and having their Christmas holidays cancelled, Minoas spent most of his time within his room. His urge to disobey and get out of the house was so irresistible but he managed to occupy himself with reading. Reading books about spell-crafting, another sore subject between him and his parents who disapproved this dangerous hobby for a young teenager. He had promised he would stop waving his wand while chanting self-invented incantations but he hadn't promised to stop reading about relevant material in already existing bibliography.
He had kept a low profile and he had showed signs of repentance. He had even managed to prevent himself from secretly flying out of his room's window while everyone was sleeping and he was eagerly helping around the house without complaining, igniting his younger brothers' mocking. After last night's dinner and before heading of back to his room, he father had told him conspiratorially to meet him at six o'clock in the morning at the stables without being noticed by his mother and his brothers. At first his father's promising smile had made him looking forward to a surprise or something but then Minoas remembered that he was grounded and he thought that it would be another chore, maybe cleaning the stables and gave up hope.
Not wanting to be late, he descended the marbles stairs to the garden. A crystalline shimmer was collected on the upper surface of the leaves, adding a healthy gleam to natural foliage. Minoas rubbed his bare arms regretting to have worn a t-shirt while it was still too chilly. The smell of grape filled the moisture air as he took the shortcut through the vineyard. Their foliage was thick but the clusters of grapes were still too small to be eaten or become a wine. These vines were from his grandfather's fine variety from Greece and his father was trying to see if they were going to flourish on these parts. Despite being too young to consume wine, Minoas enjoyed the smell that was carried through his room's window by the summer breeze. It was a smell that was bringing along a sweet nostalgia, full of memories and beautiful images from the past. He took a deep breath of that boosting aroma as he reached the end of the vineyard to see the majestic stables in front of him.
A stone-paved path was stretching towards the stable that was constructed in ashlar masonry. It was actually a complex of buildings with open courts seperating the and numerous internal divisions and partitions that were reminding more of a palace rather than a stable. The flat tiled roofs were supported by scarlet, wooden columns which had a greater diameter at the top than at the bottom. Minoas hesitated in front of the building and looked at the top of it. His father was standing close to the edge of the roof and was waving at him. Smiling, he entered inside just to climb the ladder to his right, indolent snorts coming from the other rooms from the winged horses that were starting waking up. Reaching the roof, the chilliness returned on his skin along with the silence of dawn.
"Morning dad." he mumbled while he was trying to smother a yawn.
"So. What's the task that must be done that early?" he asked, hoping that he wasn't going to be assigned to clean the stables.
- Out of Character: Keys
- Greek