Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2014 12:26:18 GMT -8
QUENTIN AUGUSTUS WOODSWORTH-- 16 -- GRYFFINDOR
full name: Quentin Augustus Woodsworth
nicknames: None
age: 16
birthplace: Baltimore, Maryland, USA
blood-type: Half-blood
sexuality: unknown
year/occupation: 5th year/student
three words to describe character: dexterous, impetuous, awkward
play by: Dylan O'brien
The young boy had been sleeping for a long time. The fifth Woodsworth child had slept comfortably in his bedroom upstairs for exactly 9 months and 2 weeks, but his physical body had withered. Quentin's face was pale and his lips cracked from dehydration. One fine Tuesday morning he decided to open his eyes again. It was a peaceful sleep, but his awakening was abrupt and loud.
"Nnhgah-!" A thick sound was unwillingly ripped from his throat as he opened his eyes and jerked up, as if running away from a bad dream. Quentin was mentally planting his feet in the waking world as he panted and tried to recall the last thing he saw. Without his knowledge he had entered this long slumber, a sleep which in his head seemed to last a night. A trembling hand covered his chest, trying to calm his beating heart, deafening him with its intensity. Quentin looked around, scanning the room to locate where he was. Why wasn't he at Hogwarts? He blinked and rubbed his eyes, catching his breath as he sat up properly in his bed. "Mom?" He called with a hoarse voice. The boy rubbed away the sweat on his pale forehead with his hand before the sweat got to trinkle down to his eyes. He heard light footsteps dashing up the stairs when he was about to call for his mother again. She looked stupefied after she had flung open the door. Standing there by the doorway. "Quentin Augustus Woodswooorrrrth" The first name sounded stern, the second sad and his surname was barely there as it was hidden behind a loud sob. She flung her arms around the scrawny looking boy and Quentin gasped for air as he felt his bones crush. "All right, let's not kill your favorite son in a smothering hug" He mumbled into her brown dishevelled hair covering his face.
"Shush child, just let me hug you"
nicknames: None
age: 16
birthplace: Baltimore, Maryland, USA
blood-type: Half-blood
sexuality: unknown
year/occupation: 5th year/student
three words to describe character: dexterous, impetuous, awkward
play by: Dylan O'brien
The young boy had been sleeping for a long time. The fifth Woodsworth child had slept comfortably in his bedroom upstairs for exactly 9 months and 2 weeks, but his physical body had withered. Quentin's face was pale and his lips cracked from dehydration. One fine Tuesday morning he decided to open his eyes again. It was a peaceful sleep, but his awakening was abrupt and loud.
"Nnhgah-!" A thick sound was unwillingly ripped from his throat as he opened his eyes and jerked up, as if running away from a bad dream. Quentin was mentally planting his feet in the waking world as he panted and tried to recall the last thing he saw. Without his knowledge he had entered this long slumber, a sleep which in his head seemed to last a night. A trembling hand covered his chest, trying to calm his beating heart, deafening him with its intensity. Quentin looked around, scanning the room to locate where he was. Why wasn't he at Hogwarts? He blinked and rubbed his eyes, catching his breath as he sat up properly in his bed. "Mom?" He called with a hoarse voice. The boy rubbed away the sweat on his pale forehead with his hand before the sweat got to trinkle down to his eyes. He heard light footsteps dashing up the stairs when he was about to call for his mother again. She looked stupefied after she had flung open the door. Standing there by the doorway. "Quentin Augustus Woodswooorrrrth" The first name sounded stern, the second sad and his surname was barely there as it was hidden behind a loud sob. She flung her arms around the scrawny looking boy and Quentin gasped for air as he felt his bones crush. "All right, let's not kill your favorite son in a smothering hug" He mumbled into her brown dishevelled hair covering his face.
"Shush child, just let me hug you"
MIR -- 25 -- NONE
