Eye color: Brown
Birthday: February 2nd
Favorite color: Black, Purple, Blue, Green
Best school subject(s): Art
Current shirt color: Red
Day or night: Night
Gender: *shrugging intensifies*
Sexual orientation: *noncommittal hand gesture*
Single or taken: Single
Celebrity crush: Will Smith, Dwayne Johnson, Gina Torres, Janelle Monae
Coffee or tea: Tea
Favorite food: Pretty much anything Cajun-related
Scenarios range from fluff to angst. Some trigger warnings apply.
The ginger has a bit of head trauma and is confused.
This wasn’t the worst magic they had to deal with, at least.
Not that it was of any comfort at the moment, especially since they could barely keep their thoughts straight. Like a Bludger or… or something. They needed to get somewhere where they could wait this out, but apparation was out of the question. What was the question? So, they walked! But not very far. Eventually, the spinning became too much for them to keep moving, so they stopped to lean against a wall and regain their bearings.
"Cripes, how much further… ?"
ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ [ ɗ ι є ] —
sᴏ ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ.
There was a sound—or maybe it was more of a feeling?—like a large bell being rung, and suddenly everything felt… muddy. Or dull. Dull seemed more like it. The pain was dull, his vision blurred a bit, and his thoughts weren’t as quick as they normally were.