Rukevra Vanderzuk
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Having organised a time for their Defence home-work, Rukevra made his way towards the gardens slightly early. Dressed in a loose fitted pair of dark jeans and a short sleeved shift, the young wizard attempted to run a plan through his mind for the forth-coming event. With the pair having studied at Durmstrang at one point or another, Rukevra felt the level of magic used could possibly out-step what it should within Hogwarts. With only brief knowledge of what Andromeda knew, the young Gryffindor had little idea how their practice would go.
Arriving at the Gardens several minutes before the agreed time, Rukevra took a seat up-on a low wall and awaited his fate. He couldn't doubt for a second that his friend was much better than he was, and he knew himself he rarely ever paid attention at the Institute.
Short and sweet.
Arriving at the Gardens several minutes before the agreed time, Rukevra took a seat up-on a low wall and awaited his fate. He couldn't doubt for a second that his friend was much better than he was, and he knew himself he rarely ever paid attention at the Institute.
Short and sweet.