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- OOC First Name
- Raze
- Wand
- Straight 13 Inch Flexible Pine Wand with Thestral Tail Hair Core
- Age
- 7/2019
As he went up the steps to the abandoned classroom, Raziel Kim, a pale boy of age thirteen, started to think of his days in Hogwarts and how far he'd come along since then. Alright, he may not have gone that far, but he started to think of his days in Hogwarts anyway. Being alone could do that to a person. Two years had passed since he set his feet to this magical school for kids like him. He had had thought that things wouldn't be that interesting and that things would just stay the way that they are, that he'd just be the same kid that he was back at home. He had thought wrong though. Certain events had happened, and now, here he was, a completely different person from who he was two years ago. He had changed, maybe not on his personality nor on his appearance, but he changed. He was still that odd and sickly boy that he was before. He still had that blonde shoulder length hair of his and that soft features which makes him look like a girl at first glance. He still had that scrawny little body. He's still an introvert and socially awkward. He's still weird. He still prefers to be alone. But still, he had changed. More than half a year ago, he had experience something that he knew would change his life forever. Only his immediate family knew about it. The head of the school and some professors knew too of course. They were supposed to know. And there was also this person whom he writes to every now and then. They're the only persons who knew about his condition. And he had been told that no one else should know. Or else, something might happen.
No one did notice the change in him. Not that he could blame them. He had been really hard to notice ever since after all. His skin is a ghostly shade of white, he had pale hair, and he rarely talks. His presence is just too low that it would be really hard to know that he was there unless he direct his attention towards himself. Checking whether he's the only one there, the Ravenclaw entered the abandoned classroom. True to its name, the room was indeed without any other person in it. Setting the books which he had been carrying with much difficulty since earlier down the dusty floor, Raziel too had positioned himself, sitting with his back against the wall and his knees close to himself. It's his usual sitting position. He didn't really bother whether the dust on the floor would get on his clothes. Picking a book from the pile that he had borrowed from the library, the thirteen year old started to read. He was too absorbed on his reading that when he heard crash somewhere inside the room, he had had let go of the chocolate bar that he had been eating. The surprise, however, wasn't shown on his face. Still having the blank expression on his face, the Ravenclaw stood up, picked up his chocolate bar, which, thankfully hadn't landed on the dusty floor but on the book, and started to look for the source of the sound.
No one did notice the change in him. Not that he could blame them. He had been really hard to notice ever since after all. His skin is a ghostly shade of white, he had pale hair, and he rarely talks. His presence is just too low that it would be really hard to know that he was there unless he direct his attention towards himself. Checking whether he's the only one there, the Ravenclaw entered the abandoned classroom. True to its name, the room was indeed without any other person in it. Setting the books which he had been carrying with much difficulty since earlier down the dusty floor, Raziel too had positioned himself, sitting with his back against the wall and his knees close to himself. It's his usual sitting position. He didn't really bother whether the dust on the floor would get on his clothes. Picking a book from the pile that he had borrowed from the library, the thirteen year old started to read. He was too absorbed on his reading that when he heard crash somewhere inside the room, he had had let go of the chocolate bar that he had been eating. The surprise, however, wasn't shown on his face. Still having the blank expression on his face, the Ravenclaw stood up, picked up his chocolate bar, which, thankfully hadn't landed on the dusty floor but on the book, and started to look for the source of the sound.