- Messages
- 231
- OOC First Name
- Rowan
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Lesbian
- Wand
- Curved 14 Inch Whippy Dogwood Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 7/2040 (22)
Hester felt like her world had collapsed around her all at once. She was a responsible pet owner, she knew she was. Big Douglas had never wanted for anything, never been injured or sick, lived in the lap of luxury for his entire beautiful toad life. He went practically everywhere with her, pampered at every turn. She had studied hard to make sure she was caring for him properly, read book after book about caring for toads and other amphibians, taken care making him a lush and comfortable habitat when he was alone in her dorm, and made sure only to feed him the finest of foods. Ever since he had entered her life, Hester had dedicated herself totally to Big Douglas.
And now he was gone. She had left him sitting on an arm of her chair in the common room while she was in the bathroom, and when she had returned Big Douglas was nowhere to be seen. Nobody around seemed to know anything, and a thorough, desperate search of the common room had turned up nothing. Nor had her search of the dorms. Or the corridor outside. Or the corridor past that one. Or so on. Big Douglas was gone, without a trace, and Hester didn't know what to do with herself. It had been a struggle even with Blue's support to stop crying long enough to write the notes she was now hanging on every wall in the school, clinging to hope that someone had seen something. They had to have. Hester didn't know what to do without him.
And now he was gone. She had left him sitting on an arm of her chair in the common room while she was in the bathroom, and when she had returned Big Douglas was nowhere to be seen. Nobody around seemed to know anything, and a thorough, desperate search of the common room had turned up nothing. Nor had her search of the dorms. Or the corridor outside. Or the corridor past that one. Or so on. Big Douglas was gone, without a trace, and Hester didn't know what to do with herself. It had been a struggle even with Blue's support to stop crying long enough to write the notes she was now hanging on every wall in the school, clinging to hope that someone had seen something. They had to have. Hester didn't know what to do without him.