- Messages
- 106
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Knotted 12 ½ Inch Vine Wand with Imp Hide Core
- Age
- 2/2021
So far, Hogwarts New Zealand had been absolutely astounding. The castle's age and size in itself was reasonably breath-taking, but the magical factor gave it a constant feeling of wonder and every turn led to something new and unexpected. Never in one place had Crimson seen so many portraits, each with their own unique stories and personalities, nor had he ever seen an actual medieval suit of armor up close. Ghosts too came as a surprise and already the red-haired Ravenclaw had learned to avoid passing through one. The feeling of standing under a cold shower was not that comfortable and the thought of another person's energy passing straight through him had left shivers down his spine. Some of them apparently seemed to take joy in floating through students. Though even the best of things had to have flaws. In the castle's case, it was the stairs. The never-ending stairs that went up and up, level after level, and the young wizards Common Room just so happened to be at the very top.
I hate my life. Crimson thought with a groan, flopping heavily against the stone wall and sinking to the ground. It was early in the morning and he'd only just finished breakfast, the best cooked food he'd ever had that students said the House Elves prepared down in the Kitchens, when he realised he needed to go back up to the Ravenclaw Common Room and grab something warmer to wear. What felt like a thousand steps later up the staircase and he unthinkingly got off at only the Sixth Floor Corridor and had wandered around the corner before he still needed to ascend two more levels. Muggles have invented steps that automatically move you up from the bottom to the top without having to climb them, yet we have to manually walk them ourselves. he thought bitterly, exhaling in frustration. I don't want to walk anymore. Eight floors all for a jacket, this isn't worth it. Another sigh and he thumped his head back against the wall, causing a portrait of an elderly witch just over his shoulder to swing dangerously on its hook while she lost her footing. Crimson quickly pushed himself off from the floor and put his hand to one corner to steady the painting. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking." he stuttered apologetically. The elderly witched managed to balance herself out before mumbling a response and waving him away. With a slight frown he turned away and wandered a little back down the corridor, which felt impossibly long in his sluggish state, only to stop once more and lean tired against another wall. "It's too early for this."
I hate my life. Crimson thought with a groan, flopping heavily against the stone wall and sinking to the ground. It was early in the morning and he'd only just finished breakfast, the best cooked food he'd ever had that students said the House Elves prepared down in the Kitchens, when he realised he needed to go back up to the Ravenclaw Common Room and grab something warmer to wear. What felt like a thousand steps later up the staircase and he unthinkingly got off at only the Sixth Floor Corridor and had wandered around the corner before he still needed to ascend two more levels. Muggles have invented steps that automatically move you up from the bottom to the top without having to climb them, yet we have to manually walk them ourselves. he thought bitterly, exhaling in frustration. I don't want to walk anymore. Eight floors all for a jacket, this isn't worth it. Another sigh and he thumped his head back against the wall, causing a portrait of an elderly witch just over his shoulder to swing dangerously on its hook while she lost her footing. Crimson quickly pushed himself off from the floor and put his hand to one corner to steady the painting. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking." he stuttered apologetically. The elderly witched managed to balance herself out before mumbling a response and waving him away. With a slight frown he turned away and wandered a little back down the corridor, which felt impossibly long in his sluggish state, only to stop once more and lean tired against another wall. "It's too early for this."