by Cepheus Turrow Mon Aug 29, 2011 12:13 pm
"Poetry? Huh. I was never very good at writing, unless it's short stories.." Cepheus shrugged lightly. It wasn't as if he had anything else to do when it was younger.
"Oh, I've always wanted to go to Florence. It seems like it's a beautiful place from pictures I've seen and stories I've heard." Italy was one of the places he was going to go when he'd graduated from Hogwarts. He would leave his parents behind, try and stay in contact with his little brother, and travel.
Nodding his head, Ceph couldn't help but agree. "Unless you're trapped somewhere, and you're only surviving." How morbid.
"You're not the only one, man. I was locked in my house all the time because I used to go out and see Muggles, and my 'anti-Muggle' parents decided they'd had enough. Locking me in the house wasn't the best idea, as I didn't make any of the pureblood friends they wanted me to, either." He shrugged, leaned over and patted Ethans shoulder.
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