- Messages
- 59
- OOC First Name
- Annaleise
- Sexual Orientation
- Homosexual
- Wand
- Curved 11 1/2 Inch Whippy Ebony Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 9/2030
Noelle had been nothing but bashful ever since she arrived to the great hall that morning. Being delivered a beautiful yellow rose was the last thing she expected, but it had put the rest of her day in high spirits and by the time dinner was over she could no longer contain the need she felt to thank the sender. Marisol Woods was lovely and Noelle was glad to have met a friend so seemingly kind and enchanting. She thought the note that accompanied the rose was sweet, but also believed that her actions on the day Marisol told her she was a werewolf were how anyone should have acted to the confession and a mere courtesy out of respect. Regardless of this she was endlessly thankful and appreciative that the older girl had trusted her enough to share the secret and was equally as appreciative of the fact they had become closer friends during the year.
The Ravenclaw finished her final mouthful of dessert before standing up from her house table, straightening her robes and venturing to the seventh floor corridor where she knew the Gryffindor common room was. This was the only place she could think of to wait for Marisol, or at least wait for a different Gryffindor to walk past so she could ask them to help find her friend. She leant against a wall near the entrance to Gryffindor house, tapping her foot rhythmically on the stone floor to a tune in her head while she waited for someone to walk by.
The Ravenclaw finished her final mouthful of dessert before standing up from her house table, straightening her robes and venturing to the seventh floor corridor where she knew the Gryffindor common room was. This was the only place she could think of to wait for Marisol, or at least wait for a different Gryffindor to walk past so she could ask them to help find her friend. She leant against a wall near the entrance to Gryffindor house, tapping her foot rhythmically on the stone floor to a tune in her head while she waited for someone to walk by.