Vladimir Zhefarovich
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 468
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Straight 13 1/2" Unyielding Yew Wand with Essence of Belladonna Core
- Age
- 10/2022
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The party was really getting on his nerves. For someone who turned seventeen not long ago, one would think that with age comes patience, but Vladimir Zhefarovich's patience was getting thinner. He was convinced to come here by Blaine and Zinaida. And without him even knowing, Blaine and Zinaida were getting on with the snogging in a corner, while someone spilled a drink onto Vladimir's shirt. Hissing in disgust, Vladimir cast a few spells, and started to walk up the stairs. He arrived to the top of the stairs, and opened the door to the bathroom, only to find a couple snogging there. 'What the hell kind of party did Blaine and Zinaida drag me to?' thought Vladimir with a roll of his eyes. He slammed the door shut so hard, it almost fell off the hinges. Why did everything he manage to run into piss him off? Vladimir was sick of this. He needed a place to clean his shirt. He opened the door to the bedroom which did not have the sucking of face sounds. He immediately removed his shirt and muttered, "I will kill them for bringing me here after they ruined my favorite shirt." His black eyes finally saw a figure on the bed, and immediately, his irritated expression changed into a cold, void one.
Takes place Summer Break of 2039
<FONT font="georgia"><COLOR color="black"><SIZE size="50">The party was really getting on his nerves. For someone who turned seventeen not long ago, one would think that with age comes patience, but Vladimir Zhefarovich's patience was getting thinner. He was convinced to come here by Blaine and Zinaida. And without him even knowing, Blaine and Zinaida were getting on with the snogging in a corner, while someone spilled a drink onto Vladimir's shirt. Hissing in disgust, Vladimir cast a few spells, and started to walk up the stairs. He arrived to the top of the stairs, and opened the door to the bathroom, only to find a couple snogging there. 'What the hell kind of party did Blaine and Zinaida drag me to?' thought Vladimir with a roll of his eyes. He slammed the door shut so hard, it almost fell off the hinges. Why did everything he manage to run into piss him off? Vladimir was sick of this. He needed a place to clean his shirt. He opened the door to the bedroom which did not have the sucking of face sounds. He immediately removed his shirt and muttered, "I will kill them for bringing me here after they ruined my favorite shirt." His black eyes finally saw a figure on the bed, and immediately, his irritated expression changed into a cold, void one.