SlyNuwasha
Super-Earth
- Joined
- May 3, 2011
- Location
- Maryland. Hell
The older slytherin Boy sat before the fire in the dungeon. He was just relaxing there looking down over a Book which he was reading about some darker aspect's of his heritage's magic. Looking prim and proper as always. He didn't wear his robe as it was alittle later in the evening. Fit and tailored shirt, crisp and white against his green vest. Tie off leaving his shirt unbuttoned a few buttons so he can breath easy. The Mans pant's crisp and his shoes shined enough to reflect the green lights in the dungeon
He flipped a page, His ice blue eyes dancing over the silver scrawl in the book as he chuckles alittle. His hand stroked threw his black hair. cut short and looking as stylish as the rest of him. the shirt hinted at his tattoos which were hidden by the shirt. Spinning his black wand in his free hand. he just was lost in thought. the man trying to find a edge in the house.
He flipped a page, His ice blue eyes dancing over the silver scrawl in the book as he chuckles alittle. His hand stroked threw his black hair. cut short and looking as stylish as the rest of him. the shirt hinted at his tattoos which were hidden by the shirt. Spinning his black wand in his free hand. he just was lost in thought. the man trying to find a edge in the house.