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a memoryThere once was a boy. He led a life that was expected of him as he could. One of these things expected was that he would have a job. And that he did. He wasn’t bad at the job or good at it either. He simply did what he was told and picked up his money. The job itself was a saddening job, it even came with a cruel boss. Not that it bothered the boy, for he had learned to be meaner then the boss ever could have been to him long before. But it bothered him watching her be mean to others, who much like him never deserved her anger. One day the boss was casting her eye about it a menacing manner looking for the next person to be mean too, whia memory
Conner my horrendous OCname:Connor MacMarresConner my horrendous OC
age: 15
sex: M
blood status: Half Blood
species if applicable : human
house: ravenclaw
skills: rather skilled at Transfiguration, also talented at "muggle magic" aka slight of hand tricks
special abilities:Metamorphmagi
physical appearance: conner stands close to 6' but if anyone ask he is exactly that tall, if not taller. his obvious irish heritage shines through with a smattering of freckles and dark red hair. while his mothers side shows with his light skin and rather scrawny buil
my life in a nut shelllocking the door with an audible click after a quick goodby, I couldn’t help but notice the nice cool breeze that brought a rather refreshing feeling, despite the late hours. covering the distance to grungy box that is my car. o rather low thumping noise indicating that once again the automatic locks are giving the finger to the remote. sigh. the engines revved to life with a rather enthusiastic murmur that was habituary after so long. and with a quick u turn the short ride back began. the rather simplistic route always led to anything but single mindlessness. meandering thoughts as well as lanes. speeding blurs of light like a slow motion ofmy life in a nut shell
tidbits of non-exsistant livesI wear black in the darkened room, not sure why it seemed to ring so important in my mind at that particular moment, surely if I was going to be a dark room some color would be ideal, stand out where other blend into the greying areas, I mean who doesn’t want to stand out among their peers? why would anyone want to hide in the shadows of another for even a moment, much less make it a lifelong habit. it makes no sense in no way earth moon or sun. ..... the therapist had told him to talk and he did, he started with the early memories, the most vivid in his mind from all those years ago was of the kitchen cupboards, he use to wondertidbits of non-exsistant lives
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