- Messages
- 134
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Gnarled 16 Inch Malleable Hemlock Wand with Hag Hair Core
- Age
- 12/2029
The new tutoring program some of the students were attempting to set up was, initially, of absolutely no interest to Solomon. Especially since that Charlotte girl was behind the idea, of all people. The sorry excuse for a prefect who thought she could do as she pleased and abuse her privileges was the last person he'd want to help with anything, but when the boy found out he'd be paid for it, he quickly reconsidered. Working at the Apothecary during the holiday periods left him with a decent amount of money to spend, of course, but the holidays were few and far between. If he could take other peoples money for what was essentially revising schoolwork in the meantime, that worked just fine for him.
Finding himself a space in the library, Solomon sat and waited for his student to arrive, some Odette girl he didn't know anything about until he'd been assigned to her. Anyone below his year he simply felt were on par with infants, and weren't worth the trouble of getting to know. The last thing he needed in his life were smaller kids running around and getting in his way. Part of him had hoped he would have been assigned someone in his own grade who were straggling behind, but no. Apparently that was too much to ask for. So, here he was, in a cushioned seat surrounded by stacks of textbooks, waiting for a girl he'd have barely recognised in a crowd and hoping she wasn't going to be as annoying as the rest of her year group.
<i></i>Finding himself a space in the library, Solomon sat and waited for his student to arrive, some Odette girl he didn't know anything about until he'd been assigned to her. Anyone below his year he simply felt were on par with infants, and weren't worth the trouble of getting to know. The last thing he needed in his life were smaller kids running around and getting in his way. Part of him had hoped he would have been assigned someone in his own grade who were straggling behind, but no. Apparently that was too much to ask for. So, here he was, in a cushioned seat surrounded by stacks of textbooks, waiting for a girl he'd have barely recognised in a crowd and hoping she wasn't going to be as annoying as the rest of her year group.