- Messages
- 190
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Wand
- Curved 15 Inch Rigid Oak Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 07/2051 (16)
Pixie was always looking for the quiet spots in the school, secluded and away from other students. She didn't thereofre often come to the quidditch pitch, not being good at sports and a dislike of crowds had always meant she didn't like it, but the school was overrun with noisey students first years and otherwise, getting to know people or catching up. There wasn't a quiet spot anywhere, but she'd come outside and then to the quidditch pitch. It wasn't exactly a warm day and it seemed to drizzling on and off, but that was half why she'd come to the pitch, no one else would be here, she could have some peace. Pixie had brought with her a yellow umbrella and was using it and a thick jacket to keep warm and dry. It was days like these that she did miss the near constant sunshine of her home, but being a witch the moody weather was better. She was sat cross legged in the hufflepuff stands with no one around her, with her standard book of spells in front of her, just practicing. She was always practicing her magic. She wanted to be a good witch, she didn't care for history or astronomy, she didn't care for subjects where she didn't learn practical magic. She sort of wished she'd brought some tea or something, but all she had was a simple bluebells fire spell burning a sheet of old parchment and she was able to warm her hands with it if she held them above it. It wasn't ideal but at least she finally had what she wanted. Quiet.