- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Tim
- Wand
- Knotted 11 Inch Sturdy Yew Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
There was a storm; lightning crashed about. He was standing outside of his first home in Russia. The thunder boomed and the lightning struck near him just seconds later. Frozen, he couldn't move. The thunder boomed once more and lightning crashed even closer. Then another boom, and another. A serious of thunder claps boomed as a series of lightning strikes neared him. Boom. Suddenly, Geoff burst awake in a cold sweat laying in a very uncomfortable bed. He was shaking and trembling. "Where am I?" He thought to himself. He scanned the room to notice one other laying in a bed across from his. He was dazed and confused. A sort of amnesia was taking place in his thoughts. His memory bounced to the cliffs then went dark. His thoughts were clouded and he had the worst headache imaginable. "Where's my brothers, and my parents?" He asked aloud, but barely audible. Geoff had forgotten his arrival at Hogwarts and his situation at the cliffs. Or at least bits and pieces.
Presently he laid back down in his foreign bed to collect the thoughts that continued to leave his mind. He recalled his dream that he woke up from. A thunderstorm of decent size in his hometown of Yekaterinburg, Russia. Outside of his house, all he could remember was being frozen from fear. "Why can't I remember who I am?" He asked in the same tone. Images of his brothers shot into his mind. In addition, Geoff's parents. Specifically, his mother's words of calling his name, 'Geoff Kirkus Randon!' "Geoff! My name is Geoff." He said louder, this time. It all began to come back to him. The cliffs, his fall, Silus, Lyra, Felix. He must have been transferred to the hospital wing. Geoff looked around once more and noticed all the beds again. He wondered where he should go from here.
Presently he laid back down in his foreign bed to collect the thoughts that continued to leave his mind. He recalled his dream that he woke up from. A thunderstorm of decent size in his hometown of Yekaterinburg, Russia. Outside of his house, all he could remember was being frozen from fear. "Why can't I remember who I am?" He asked in the same tone. Images of his brothers shot into his mind. In addition, Geoff's parents. Specifically, his mother's words of calling his name, 'Geoff Kirkus Randon!' "Geoff! My name is Geoff." He said louder, this time. It all began to come back to him. The cliffs, his fall, Silus, Lyra, Felix. He must have been transferred to the hospital wing. Geoff looked around once more and noticed all the beds again. He wondered where he should go from here.