- Messages
- 922
- OOC First Name
- Daphne
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Interested in Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Bi
- Wand
- 12 1/2 Inch Cherry Wand with Billywig Stinger Core
- Age
- 5/2035 (27)
Written words never came easy for Abian, whether it was homework or something as simple as a letter home. But he knew he had to write his mother and sister about everything happening at school, as it was too much to all remember in his head until the Christmas holidays. He would flood them with stories from the first minute he saw them right up until he stepped onto the train again, and that would be very exhausting. The Hufflepuff had sent a few letters home already, but he didn't really think he had ever been able to capture the essence of Hogwarts in any of his letters. He had described the things that happened to him, the spells he learned in class, the food that appeared on the tables during feasts and the way ghosts just glided around as if it was the most normal thing in the world. But it still didn't feel like enough.
He had taken his notebook and pen outside, trying to clear his mind with some fresh air as he tried to think of what to put in this letter. He gazed over at the water, wishing he knew how to write about the grounds especially. They were so vast, full of interesting things and possibilities. But when he wrote it in his letter home it just sounded bland, like any field of grass. With a sigh, he put the notebook on the grass and looked up at the sky. He wanted to put his meeting with Jacob in it, and the Halloween feast. Maybe he should get his hands on one of those magical cameras he had heard about, but he had no idea how to get his hands on one. They would probably be too expensive anyway. He huffed softly, kicking a rock into the lake. It was no wonder he had gotten a bad grade on his essays, he was a horrible writer.
He had taken his notebook and pen outside, trying to clear his mind with some fresh air as he tried to think of what to put in this letter. He gazed over at the water, wishing he knew how to write about the grounds especially. They were so vast, full of interesting things and possibilities. But when he wrote it in his letter home it just sounded bland, like any field of grass. With a sigh, he put the notebook on the grass and looked up at the sky. He wanted to put his meeting with Jacob in it, and the Halloween feast. Maybe he should get his hands on one of those magical cameras he had heard about, but he had no idea how to get his hands on one. They would probably be too expensive anyway. He huffed softly, kicking a rock into the lake. It was no wonder he had gotten a bad grade on his essays, he was a horrible writer.