- Messages
- 315
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Wand
- Oak 14 3/4" Essence of Raven Feather
- Age
- 4/2017
Wearing a black shirt and jeans, the eleven-year-old Troxa Julian Matthias walked around Brightstone after the purchase of his wand. He was quite excited to have his first wand, and he was waving it around creating emerald green sparks, which was actually the house he was sorted into, Slytherin. He had no idea what Slytherin meant, but he did not really care either. He was really loving the feeling of this wand, it was like an extension of himself. His amber eyes washed over the oak. The core or essence or whatever was going inside of the oak. He did not care much. He glanced down and put his wand in a holder attached to his belt loop. Troxa hoped that things would get better. He was dreading his schooling, and Tristane would not help him. He did not think that his older brother would help him. Would his arrogant older brother help him? Then again, why in the world would he need help? He was Troxa Julian Matthias, and he was positive that he could take on things on his own. Tristane was arrogant, but nothing like his little brother. Troxa almost missed his older sister, Nadine and the rest of them, but muggle lovers they were.
Sitting down on a bench, he spread his legs out a bit, and rested his elbows on his jeans. He propped his head on his hands, and he stared at everyone passing by in Brightstone Village. He wanted some company, being new and also from Russia, it was hard to understand English all the time. Will people make fun of my accent? Will they know if I insult them in Russian? thought the young Slytherin in his mind. Troxa raised his amber eyes up a bit, and then he saw a beautiful blond girl about the age of fourteen that he could not help checking out as she passed. Wow, he hoped that he saw her again in school. Had no idea what house she would be in either. Troxa smirked a bit and he laughed casually, however he did not say a word. Little did he know, he was going to make another friend here in just a moment. In a place like this, and his good looks, as well as his unusual eye color, he was bound to get some attention from someone. Troxa enjoyed attention, and he loved to be in the center of it as well.
Sitting down on a bench, he spread his legs out a bit, and rested his elbows on his jeans. He propped his head on his hands, and he stared at everyone passing by in Brightstone Village. He wanted some company, being new and also from Russia, it was hard to understand English all the time. Will people make fun of my accent? Will they know if I insult them in Russian? thought the young Slytherin in his mind. Troxa raised his amber eyes up a bit, and then he saw a beautiful blond girl about the age of fourteen that he could not help checking out as she passed. Wow, he hoped that he saw her again in school. Had no idea what house she would be in either. Troxa smirked a bit and he laughed casually, however he did not say a word. Little did he know, he was going to make another friend here in just a moment. In a place like this, and his good looks, as well as his unusual eye color, he was bound to get some attention from someone. Troxa enjoyed attention, and he loved to be in the center of it as well.