- Messages
- 61
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- 14 3/4" Slightly Springy Red Oak with Manticore Stinger
- Age
- 7/2034
After finally getting used to the atrocity that were the robes of Slytherin, and all other houses, Brayden Zhefarovich decided that he needed some time to really get used to the others that had just horrific hair and just, ugly looks. Brayden took an hour on his hair alone to make sure each and every strand was absolutely perfect. He had to make sure his robes were without wrinkles, which was hard enough to do without a spell to do it, or an iron. Brayden looked over himself once more in the mirror before heading out toward the trophy room. He wanted to find and see if he had any relatives that earned anything. His mother, Alyssa, was no prefect or head girl, so she would not be listed. But his uncle was Head Boy back in the day, and also into Quidditch, which was too dirty for him to sink his teeth into. He would gladly watch it from afar. Brayden eventually found his way out of the dungeons and found the trophy room after asking some older students.
Entering the trophy room, Brayden looked over the many trophies that existed. This entire corridor was just slammed, and luckily, there was not much dust anywhere. They must have just cleaned up. Brayden scanned with his blue eyes over the names, trying to find someone he recognized. Anyone with the surname of Styx, Snow or Zhefarovich and they would be related to him. He finally managed to find the Quidditch ones, and found many relatives. Quidditch was in his blood, but the skills to play skipped over his genes. His father never played. No, his father was an ex-Auror, ex-Saint Mungo's Healer and now just healing on the side. They were living off of their modeling money as well as from the jobs that his father held. Brayden managed to see his reflection, and gosh darnit, one strand of hair! He quickly moved his fingers, struggling to fix it.
Entering the trophy room, Brayden looked over the many trophies that existed. This entire corridor was just slammed, and luckily, there was not much dust anywhere. They must have just cleaned up. Brayden scanned with his blue eyes over the names, trying to find someone he recognized. Anyone with the surname of Styx, Snow or Zhefarovich and they would be related to him. He finally managed to find the Quidditch ones, and found many relatives. Quidditch was in his blood, but the skills to play skipped over his genes. His father never played. No, his father was an ex-Auror, ex-Saint Mungo's Healer and now just healing on the side. They were living off of their modeling money as well as from the jobs that his father held. Brayden managed to see his reflection, and gosh darnit, one strand of hair! He quickly moved his fingers, struggling to fix it.