- Messages
- 31
- Wand
- Red Oak 14" Essence of Belladonna
- Age
- 11/2017
Samouel Kyle could very well say that today was not the best day. He had been through foster care, and he had been through too many people just giving him up so he closed himself off. As soon as he had to transfer from good old Salem to Durmstrang, his heart had crushed. He heard such bad things about Durmstrang, and did not know if he would even be accepted. So he was, and then he knew from there that he did not have muggle-born blood in him. He knew a fair bit about the magical world, but remembered very little about his home life before his parents were killed. The fact that Samouel could not even remember his own brother was bad. He thought that he had one, but he was not sure, and there was no way to find out. Let us just say, Samouel was not having a very good time adjusting to things when it came to moving. He just wanted to settle down, and actually start to live. Oh and get out of Durmstrang. The people here were rude, cruel and he did not like the Dark Arts because it was just horrible. The Dark Arts should not even be a subject for school, but why is it? Why did this school love to teach it and not allow muggle-borns? There had to be some sort of reason. Was it still in the Dark ages where there was still prejudice views around? He would never understand why there always would be, but truth be told, he did not even know his own blood status. While he was really a pure-blood, he believed that he was a half-blood or a mixed-blood since he was accepted by Durmstrang to come and learn. He sighed and he looked down as he packed his old backpack over his shoulders. His own clothing was worn in, and there were holes in his jeans. He had old clothing that he had for years and years, and he was starting to grow even more. He did not have much money, so he had no idea how he could afford new clothing.
His foster parents could afford it, but Samouel did not want to go to them, pleading for some new clothing when he will really just be tossed out to one family to another. He sighed and he almost dragged his feet going down the halls. However when a student, an older male, slammed into his shoulder, the fourth year lost balance and tumbled to the floor. He could hear the students laughing, but at least he did not spill all of his books everywhere. Samouel looked back and he shouted, "Nice walking, you jerk!" and Samouel cast them a very rude gesture, however it did not prove to scare them. He was small sized, so how in the world could someone of his age be taken seriously? He groaned and he wished that he had someone here with him, a cousin, a friend, whatever. But he was new to the school and he was virtually alone. "Everyone here can bite me anyway. A bunch of rotten jerks," muttered Samouel under his breath as he slowly got onto his feet. As soon as he was seventeen, he was going to move out, find a house, a good job, graduate from whatever school he wanted and do his own thing. He could not wait until he could do those things for himself, instead of having to rely on others. He used to be a good kid, laughing all of the time, smiling, cracking jokes. However being here at Durmstrang made him turn that stuff in, turned into a hollow shell and would not let anyone see his weaknesses. One had to be tough for this school.
His foster parents could afford it, but Samouel did not want to go to them, pleading for some new clothing when he will really just be tossed out to one family to another. He sighed and he almost dragged his feet going down the halls. However when a student, an older male, slammed into his shoulder, the fourth year lost balance and tumbled to the floor. He could hear the students laughing, but at least he did not spill all of his books everywhere. Samouel looked back and he shouted, "Nice walking, you jerk!" and Samouel cast them a very rude gesture, however it did not prove to scare them. He was small sized, so how in the world could someone of his age be taken seriously? He groaned and he wished that he had someone here with him, a cousin, a friend, whatever. But he was new to the school and he was virtually alone. "Everyone here can bite me anyway. A bunch of rotten jerks," muttered Samouel under his breath as he slowly got onto his feet. As soon as he was seventeen, he was going to move out, find a house, a good job, graduate from whatever school he wanted and do his own thing. He could not wait until he could do those things for himself, instead of having to rely on others. He used to be a good kid, laughing all of the time, smiling, cracking jokes. However being here at Durmstrang made him turn that stuff in, turned into a hollow shell and would not let anyone see his weaknesses. One had to be tough for this school.