Post by alexander2007 on Sept 28, 2007 12:55:33 GMT -5
His head lowered to gaze at the empty ground. What did it feel like? Being finally at the school he was supposedly always meant to be at. His parents true heritage. A sigh escaped his lonely lips, as he let feet pad over the ground covered in autumn soil, the grass loosing its summer green color. A faint smile appeared upon his peach lips. It was never a moment where he wasn't at least smiling a tiny bit. Alexander was somewhat happy, even knowing that he most doubly would find his true parents. It seemed so sad, but yet he was moving on. For fourteen years two parents had brought him up as their own. The boy had taken on board their surname. It had been his since having lived there. Truthfully, it had been his entire life having been left alone on their doorstop days after his birth. His true birthday was not known to the Molentez's, yet they celebrated on the date that he had arrived into their humble home. A moment he ceased to remember, yet remained happy knowing it likely was a good/happy one.[/size][/color]your tears don't fall, they crash around me.Students passed him every moment. It became known to him that many wizards and witches attended here, either younger, or older than him. Students joined the school in different ages. Some already in adulthood, others only just entering teenage years. It was something he had not come across before. Alexander had been at a muggle school before now, and persons in the same year were of the same age. In different cultures, or religions things were much different, and people learned to respect this. Indeed.
Mud Brown eyes scanned the surroundings. The unfamiliar people skipping with their friends. The unfamiliar lake before him. Students splashing about, even though the coldness had come. Arms were across his chest, hugging himself, as he seemed almost frozen. Frozen to the ground. A icy chuckle left his mouth. His breath, cold and frosty. Alexander shivered, wishing he had brought his Yellow scarf with him, to wound around his empty neck. But it hadn't been the case, and instead wore Dark Gray Skinny Jeans, which did not at all keep the First Year Mihael warm, but instead made his skinny legs feel much like icicles. His upper-body was warmer - thankfully. A long sleeved red and black tee shirt was the first layer, followed by a Black 'Guns Splatter' Bullet For My Valentine tee shirt. The third layer was simply a 'Together We March' My Chemical Romance Hoodie. But still the cold annoyed him so. However he warmed himself 'slightly' by clutching his legs and tightly hugging them.her conscious calls, the guilty to come home.It was right that he was alone, as after all Mister Molentez was new and had not at all made any friends. It was his first day, and he had hardly had time to become familiar to the sites, let alone make a new friend. But it seemed correct that within the end of this current term he would meet someone that hopefully would fill the spot of a 'friend' to him, as it had always been nice to have another to chat endlessly too.
Again, a sigh escaped his lonely lips.