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Nixon Mercury

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OOC First Name
Anna
Blood Status
Mixed Blood
Relationship Status
Single
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Wand
Curly 10 Inch Sturdy Willow Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
Age
23
Surprisingly, stargazing was relatively low on Nixon's list of priorities that semester. With exams around the corner and the yearbook requiring more of his attention by the day, the thought to spend an evening looking to the night sky in all its familiarity wasn't one that called much of his attention. Slowly but surely, it seemed he was growing out of stargazing by himself, preferring to either spend time with his few friends, with the clubs he was part of, or taking photos around the school. As welcome as it was to be around others and take part in clubs and hobbies that allowed him to feel a sense of belonging, it was also unsettling to clue into this change as it was happening to him. Without the familiar air of looking to the stars when homesick, or reading one of the many journals he regularly took from his parents' study, he noticed he was beginning to feel less like himself, or less like the person he thought he was supposed to be and it scared him.​
So in an effort to feel a sense of normality again and convince himself he wasn't changing into a worse person than he already was, Nixon left the great hall partway through dinner that evening, walking outside and to the great lawn where he intended to do nothing more than sit in the grass and watch the stars. Not the smartest choice he could have made well into autumn, when the weather was cooling down and he could already see his breath in the air as he walked, but he knew the sky would be dark enough for him to see a few stars, and hoped that bundling up in a coat and thick scarf on top of his regular clothes would suffice to keep him warm. As he arrived to the lawn, Nixon looked for the perfect spot to sit down, eventually choosing to just place himself down in the middle knowing this way he could get the best view of the night sky as possible. At first he leaned down to check if the grass was damp, and after he was confident his clothes wouldn't get wet, he moved to get comfortable and sat down, legs splayed and his hands on the ground by his sides. Sighing, he looked up to the sky, squinting his eyes as he attempted to spot familiar constellations from the stars he was able to see.​
 

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