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- 976
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Divorced
- Sexual Orientation
- Hetereosexual
- Wand
- Knotted 14" Sturdy Redwood Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
- Age
- 3/2012
Ever since Damian Metzger had figured out something that could shake the very foundations of his relationship, he had been on the run. Well, for a few days, but those days he was distant, not very affectionate and always just saying that he needed to go study for the NEWTs, well that excuse can only go so long. Damian was running. Why? He was in love. Of course, he was in love with his girlfriend Ostensia, but he had heard that once the three words were mentioned, the other person often did not feel the same way, and he did not want to lose Ostensia. She literally meant the world to him. He wanted to give her everything, to show her the good that he was, that she was, but he just could not being himself to say it. The Gryffindor Prefect had gone through so much within the past few years, that this was just new. Even Grezhen said that he should come out and say it, and hopefully Ostensia would love him in return. But sometimes things did not turn out like that. Teenagers were always fooling themselves, but he knew that this was the real deal. He knew because when he saw her, his breath was taken, he thought he was going to hurl, and he wanted to hold her and do many things with her, and to her for that matter. He did not think that this was normal when in fact, it was. He was a seventeen-year-old male, and he had feelings, and hormonal urges. Ostensia might not even be ready for what he was ready for. Graduation was coming, and he doubted that he was going to be leaving here with a smile. He was leaving behind someone very important to him. Damian was currently running, physically too. To a place where he figured that he could get some thought in, and he would not have to worry about Ostensia coming after him at the Quidditch pitch. Streak in hand and a suitable outfit and he was on his way to the lawns. His Prefect badge was pinned on his chest, but on the wrong side, so one would definitely tell that there was something wrong with him. But even he did not know what it was until recently. And quite frankly, he did not know who or what to turn to. Grezhen had been no help, and he would be damned if he was going to see his little sister about it. And Dietrich had never loved a girl, so how would he know what he was going through? He quite literally had no one to turn to. He was too afraid to turn to Vincent Chevalier, because the Auror kind of seemed more like someone that would assume that he was in love with Alyssa and come to the school and wring his tattooed neck. Yeah, Damian did not want to have to suffer through that. The Auror was strong, Damian had seen the muscles years ago.
Arriving to the Pitch at last, Damian quickly mounted his Streak and he was off into the skies, where the heavens did not judge him, and where he could have a moment to think, to process what all was running through his Gryffindor mind. He could not get Ostensia out of his mind, but he loved her. He wanted to share it, but to hide it too. The fear was the nastiest feeling in the world, and it was loving how it was controlling the Gryffindor Prefect right about now. Godric would be ashamed if he saw Damian. Teal eyes looked into the sky, and he closed them as the winds rushed through his brunette hair, and he felt so free right now. NEWTs were the last things on his mind. Studying was not even on his to-do list today. One could not bother him right now with studying for any of the subjects, they were not worth breaking free of the Quidditch flying, and he would probably start flying eventually. Perhaps he would release a snitch and try to catch it over and over, to improve his skills even more. He would need it for upcoming matches. Damian thought that facing the teams would be better if they were combined into two big teams because even the previous year, they were not working so well. It was disappointing really, and even the Gryffindors last year did not put in two cents worth. And then at the try outs, things turned worse and some of the chasers were bickering with one and another and he had to shut them up. Damian did not know if he was running a Quidditch team or a girl's gossip club where everything was just cat fights and claws extended out. The Gryffindor Prefect continued to soar around, getting higher and higher until his head was spinning and he would lower himself back down. He slowly went back to the ground because apparently there was such thing as too much height. He got off of his broom and he held his head for a moment, and thought that this was just awful. He was getting headaches while flying, so maybe he would be better grounded for a while. He looked around the pitch and he was still alone. Thankfully, he did not want to be disturbed right now with how he was feeling. However little did he know, there was someone searching for him, and was very close to finding him. Damian leaned against his broom, catching his breath while he thought of the best course of action, whether it be flying around some more, or just catching the snitch over and over again.
Arriving to the Pitch at last, Damian quickly mounted his Streak and he was off into the skies, where the heavens did not judge him, and where he could have a moment to think, to process what all was running through his Gryffindor mind. He could not get Ostensia out of his mind, but he loved her. He wanted to share it, but to hide it too. The fear was the nastiest feeling in the world, and it was loving how it was controlling the Gryffindor Prefect right about now. Godric would be ashamed if he saw Damian. Teal eyes looked into the sky, and he closed them as the winds rushed through his brunette hair, and he felt so free right now. NEWTs were the last things on his mind. Studying was not even on his to-do list today. One could not bother him right now with studying for any of the subjects, they were not worth breaking free of the Quidditch flying, and he would probably start flying eventually. Perhaps he would release a snitch and try to catch it over and over, to improve his skills even more. He would need it for upcoming matches. Damian thought that facing the teams would be better if they were combined into two big teams because even the previous year, they were not working so well. It was disappointing really, and even the Gryffindors last year did not put in two cents worth. And then at the try outs, things turned worse and some of the chasers were bickering with one and another and he had to shut them up. Damian did not know if he was running a Quidditch team or a girl's gossip club where everything was just cat fights and claws extended out. The Gryffindor Prefect continued to soar around, getting higher and higher until his head was spinning and he would lower himself back down. He slowly went back to the ground because apparently there was such thing as too much height. He got off of his broom and he held his head for a moment, and thought that this was just awful. He was getting headaches while flying, so maybe he would be better grounded for a while. He looked around the pitch and he was still alone. Thankfully, he did not want to be disturbed right now with how he was feeling. However little did he know, there was someone searching for him, and was very close to finding him. Damian leaned against his broom, catching his breath while he thought of the best course of action, whether it be flying around some more, or just catching the snitch over and over again.