pukwudgie seventh year; trying to move on
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- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Knotted 14 1/2 Inch Sturdy Oak Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- 7/2032 (16)
Isaac had had enough coffee that morning to keep him up for the rest of the day. Unfortunately for him, coffee had very little effect on the sixth year who had been working hard since the beginning of the year. Since setting his mind on becoming a healer, and feeling as though he was a burden at Hogwarts, the blonde haired boy had transferred away to Ilvermorny, in the hopes he would finally feel like he was home. Hogwarts may have suited some people, but here at the American school, he finally felt as though he may have been around people who understood him, even if he had said goodbye to his sister and a few acquaintances. He'd unsurprisingly been sorted in Pukwudgie, a house for the healers, where he was doing his best now that he had a time to shine.
Isaac had been working hard enough that he didn't feel the guilt when he turned up at the Valentines ball. He wasn't usually one for dances, recalling the dance when he and Sophie had mocked those enjoying themselves at Halloween, but today he wanted to cast his eye around the students in other years. He'd learnt a few friends in his own classes, but with just over a year left of his education he was going to make the most of it. He took a drink from the table, before turning and taking a sip of the sweet liquid, blue eyes cast around the room as he checked out the faces of strangers.