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- Emzies
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- Curved 14 1/2" Rigid Larch Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 3/2029 (32)
Ares did not have the time to do whatever it was his mind had decided he would do. He had been feeling a little down since the quidditch match, they hadn't won the game, and he felt disheartened by this. He had a great team, April was an amazing seeker, but they couldn't seem to catch a real break against any of the other teams. It was frustrating for a boy that hadn't particularly desired to be the captain. It had been given to him probably prematurely, and now the team was suffering because he just was not equipped to be a captain. A chaser yes, but captain, no. The hufflepuff didn't know why he was letting himself be so brought down by it. He'd gotten letters from the first few teams he'd sent letters to inviting him to try-out if he wanted at the end of the academic year. He was leading a club, he was captain, his grades were good, but all in all, it probably just figured that Ares was lonely. He had friends, he knew people, he had his twin, but with Damide gone, and the only other person who'd shown an interest in him being too young, he didn't have any outlet. He didn't have someone whom he could be close to in that way. So many others did and he just didn't.
The teen had come to the north tower, when he knew he should be sitting either studying, organising the club or on the quidditch pitch. His time was too limited for him to really have any time to just sit and think, and yet he could not help himself. He could not stop himself from sitting down heavily a one of the windows, and placing the book filled bag on the ground and just sat. Allowing the rushing noise of his ear be the only sound in the room. The only one he could hear. He looked forward to graduating, but currently with all the work he had to do, there appeared to be no end in sight for him. Graduation was still a long way away. He knew he could just spend ten or so minutes tops before he had to get himself together and go to the dorm and get the work done. Just ten minutes of time like this.
The teen had come to the north tower, when he knew he should be sitting either studying, organising the club or on the quidditch pitch. His time was too limited for him to really have any time to just sit and think, and yet he could not help himself. He could not stop himself from sitting down heavily a one of the windows, and placing the book filled bag on the ground and just sat. Allowing the rushing noise of his ear be the only sound in the room. The only one he could hear. He looked forward to graduating, but currently with all the work he had to do, there appeared to be no end in sight for him. Graduation was still a long way away. He knew he could just spend ten or so minutes tops before he had to get himself together and go to the dorm and get the work done. Just ten minutes of time like this.