- Messages
- 657
- OOC First Name
- Kelsey Ruth
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Pansexual
- Wand
- Curly 9 ½" Flexible Pine Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 1/2017 (34)
Wren woke up hungry, which was fairly unusual for him because Kata Tuuri always made sure he had some sort of nice, healthy snack tucked away in his office. When he checked the cold cupboard, however, there was nothing but a half eaten baklava and two tubes of condensed milk. The rumble in his tummy told him that something more substantial would be required, so off the Divination Professor went to hunt down some midnight chow.
Well, at least he thought it was midnight. Wren usually woke up hungry in the wee hours when everyone else was asleep, so he had no qualms about traipsing through the halls in his pink striped PJs. What actually occurred was that he came upon numerous costumed students heading to the Great Hall for the feast, staring at him as he passed and perhaps wondering why he'd chosen such a mundane costume. Wren still hadn't cottoned on until he reached the ground floor on his way to the kitchens. The hallways were lined with crackling pumpkins. Live, conjured bats roosted in the eaves and screeched at passers-by, and someone had charmed the suits of armour to shout 'Boo!' every so often, giving half the student body the willies.
Wren paused at the great oak doors and was greeted by one of the first feasts he had ever accidentally attended. Now was as good a time as any to get acquainted with the culinary delights that Hogwarts had to offer. The Frenchman padded through the middle of the hall in socked feet and sat down at the Hufflepuff house table, oblivious to the row of teachers at the head of the room, reaching for a pudding.
Well, at least he thought it was midnight. Wren usually woke up hungry in the wee hours when everyone else was asleep, so he had no qualms about traipsing through the halls in his pink striped PJs. What actually occurred was that he came upon numerous costumed students heading to the Great Hall for the feast, staring at him as he passed and perhaps wondering why he'd chosen such a mundane costume. Wren still hadn't cottoned on until he reached the ground floor on his way to the kitchens. The hallways were lined with crackling pumpkins. Live, conjured bats roosted in the eaves and screeched at passers-by, and someone had charmed the suits of armour to shout 'Boo!' every so often, giving half the student body the willies.
Wren paused at the great oak doors and was greeted by one of the first feasts he had ever accidentally attended. Now was as good a time as any to get acquainted with the culinary delights that Hogwarts had to offer. The Frenchman padded through the middle of the hall in socked feet and sat down at the Hufflepuff house table, oblivious to the row of teachers at the head of the room, reaching for a pudding.