- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Jess S
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- It's Complicated
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Curly 9 Inch Swishy Walnut Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 3/3/2034 (27)
Set at the beginning of the year
Avaria was nervous. She'd been at this orphanage a few months now, and this morning they'd been told that he had finally been found- Avaria's father. She ran a hand through her blond hair. He would be here any minute now, this man she had only seen in an old photograph of her mother's.
The thought of her mother- and subsequently, her grandmother- made her a little sad. She still missed them both. Avaria played with the hem of her plain white dress. She hadn't been sure what to wear so she had just picked something simple.
Her feet didn't even reach the floor on the uncomfortable couch they'd told her to wait on. She sighed before getting up and wondering over to the Grand piano in the corner of the room. Gran-Gran had been a piano teacher, and once she had realized that listening to her play calmed the usually hyper-active Avaria, the old woman had started giving her lessons.
Avaria climbed up onto the stool. Her feet didn't reach the floor, but that was okay. She straightened her dress and placed her fingers on the keys. After a moments thought she began to play a simple lullaby that Gran-Gran had showed her.
The music filled the room and calmed her frayed nerves.
Avaria was nervous. She'd been at this orphanage a few months now, and this morning they'd been told that he had finally been found- Avaria's father. She ran a hand through her blond hair. He would be here any minute now, this man she had only seen in an old photograph of her mother's.
The thought of her mother- and subsequently, her grandmother- made her a little sad. She still missed them both. Avaria played with the hem of her plain white dress. She hadn't been sure what to wear so she had just picked something simple.
Her feet didn't even reach the floor on the uncomfortable couch they'd told her to wait on. She sighed before getting up and wondering over to the Grand piano in the corner of the room. Gran-Gran had been a piano teacher, and once she had realized that listening to her play calmed the usually hyper-active Avaria, the old woman had started giving her lessons.
Avaria climbed up onto the stool. Her feet didn't reach the floor, but that was okay. She straightened her dress and placed her fingers on the keys. After a moments thought she began to play a simple lullaby that Gran-Gran had showed her.
The music filled the room and calmed her frayed nerves.