- Messages
- 102
- OOC First Name
- Alex
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single (Looking)
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Age
- (15/10/2032)
It was pathetic how she had to see the school counselor, there wasn't anything wrong with her. Yes, she did attempt to jinx the person she hates but he lived anyways. It was actually a waste of time, when the time spent with the counselor can be wasted on learning instead. Exams are on the way and she's more concern about it than what she did awhile back. Nora wanted to tell her cousin Teagan what happened but the older girl doesn't have a clue what was going on with her, nor she wanted to hear what she attempted to do with her boyfriend. With a sigh and a last look in the mirror, she came out of her dormitory, heels clicking as she went down the spiral staircase toward the common room. Nora ignored her housemates as she made her way out, she just hoped Teagan or Caelan weren't around the library.
The Slytherin first year was cautious and yet, confident. She did something awful but that was it though, no one got hurt and yet, she's being punished. Adams deserved it anyways if it did hit him. Teagan can moved on easily. Arriving at the library, it was as if there was a silencing charm around, it was gloriously quiet although there were still people. It was the perfect timing for studying but that luxury is gone for now. Nora kept her face business like and walked toward the counselor's office at the back of the library. Every step she took was like a death penalty, a Maxwell never got to this point in their lives, they're aristocratic and they have perfect minds. Arriving in front of the door with an etched plaque with the name of the counselor, Nora knocked graciously and waited for an answer.
The Slytherin first year was cautious and yet, confident. She did something awful but that was it though, no one got hurt and yet, she's being punished. Adams deserved it anyways if it did hit him. Teagan can moved on easily. Arriving at the library, it was as if there was a silencing charm around, it was gloriously quiet although there were still people. It was the perfect timing for studying but that luxury is gone for now. Nora kept her face business like and walked toward the counselor's office at the back of the library. Every step she took was like a death penalty, a Maxwell never got to this point in their lives, they're aristocratic and they have perfect minds. Arriving in front of the door with an etched plaque with the name of the counselor, Nora knocked graciously and waited for an answer.