AlphaWolfQuin
Pulsar
- Joined
- Nov 23, 2011
- Location
- Rhode Island
Name:Chadwick Zachary Braeden
Occupation:Magical Law Professor, Muggle Defenses Professor
Blood Type:Pure
Wand:Ivy, 12 inches, pliable and swishy, Core: Eyelash of a Siren
Broom:N/A
Attire:Jeans, Black Sleeveless Shirt
Location:Great Hall
Travel:N/A
Tagging:Norah
Chadwick listened as the woman responded, he noticed her tears but felt it wasn't the time to mock or belittle her for crying. The girl lost something so precious and pure to someone who used and abused her. "I can't get rid of those demons but I can possibly help ease the pain a little bit, make you feel safe like you can fight back and prevent something else terrible from happening, I still haven't gotten rid of my demons I've been dealing with them since I was a kid" ,he told her.
A sigh escaped Chadwick's lips right before he took another drag from his cigarette, an unanswered question burned within him since he was ten years old and that question was why? Why did his parents dump him off on the side of the road in the middle of winter and leave him to fend for himself? That wasn't even the worse part of his miserable existence, the man couldn't even say he had a life or that he was living because for so long he just survived and existed, most of his life he had nobody, his wife left him, he watched his best friend bleed to death in his arms, he himself had escaped death more times then he could count. After dealing with so much loss a man tends to start pushing people away and becomes cold hearted.
"I never did catch your name" ,Chadwick stated trying to cover up his own emotions. The man never showed weakness and he felt sadness was a weakness, crying made you weak and even though he was near incapable of crying his face showed his emotions and if one paid good enough attention they'd be able to notice it.