- Messages
- 77
- OOC First Name
- Soho
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Age
- 12 (Jan 7 2041)
Aerin walked (more like stomped) impatiently. She had somewhere to be and not a lot of time before she would die of hunger. Or at least, that’s what was going through the not-so-long ago turned 12-year-old girl’s head. For some reason, not only was the corridor a little crowded, the person infront of her was walking at the pace of a turtle (Aerin’s thoughts, not mine).
The young gryffindor was heading towards the great hall for brunch on the weekend, she woke up later than usual and was now starving. Her white cane hard at work to find areas to push through, but it seemed to be of no use. Having had enough, Aerin cleared her throat, “HELLO! PERSON IN FRONT OF ME! Could you walk a little faster!” She shouted.
The young gryffindor was heading towards the great hall for brunch on the weekend, she woke up later than usual and was now starving. Her white cane hard at work to find areas to push through, but it seemed to be of no use. Having had enough, Aerin cleared her throat, “HELLO! PERSON IN FRONT OF ME! Could you walk a little faster!” She shouted.
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