Brynjolf Nilssen
Uh, sure?
Wed Jan 18, 2017 01:08

Bryn had never been one for mornings, especially not when it came to the school year. The bleary-eyed third year stared dismally down at his breakfast, missing the warm summer days and the times where he could sleep in as late as he wanted. Of course, this didnít mean that he would ever skip or shirk off his work load, he took schooling far too seriously for that. If he didnít, he was sure that his mother would pitch a fit. But today, he just wasnít feeling it. School was boring, girls were boring, heck, even quidditch was boring and that was saying something.

His exhaustion and lack of caring seemed to shine through today. While still not awake, the Nordic boyís hair was a mess, his too-big shirt slightly askew, and two different colored converse were clad on his feet. At least, he supposed, his jeans were clean. With a disdainful glance around the Finer Diner, Bryn made a decision to ignore the day. It wasnít time to be Brynjolf the wizard. Oh no, it was time to Brynjolf the wannabe-muggle. It was a day where he wished he was normal.

The dismal male finished his bleak breakfast, shuffling out of the Finer Diner and towards the Pearl Street entrance. As soon as he hit the open air, he heaved a sigh of relief. Although still tired, the different sights and noises brought him a little more joy than the inside of Rocky Mountain had. The boy could say that it was safe to assume that he missed his mountain home. He hated being cooped up and the underground school left a lot to be desired. He had been standing in one place for a little while, ignoring mostly everything until someone bumped into him.

Bryn felt the contact on his person, but blinked slowly. He turned his head in time to see the movement of the personís mouth. But he had to frown. Thanks to his sleepy state, the boy hadnít turned in enough time to read the maleís lips and the guy had unfortunately, spoke into the one ear that Brynjolf couldnít hear out of. Single-sided deafness was a curse that had plagued the Draco for his entire life. ďIím sorry, what was that?Ē He asked, cocking his head to the side. ďI didnít catch what it was you said.Ē

  • It's a perfect day for a, uh, day? [Tag: Brynjolf] - Andres FernŠndez, Tue Jan 17 23:10
    It had already been a few weeks since the Opening Feast and Andres was slowly settling into all his classes- it's not that they were hard, but rather he hadn't made any friends in his year. He had... more
    • Uh, sure? - Brynjolf Nilssen, Wed Jan 18 01:08
      • The boy hadn't heard Andres, by either some stroke of good luck or other-worldly interference; he cleared his throat and nervously ran his hand through his hair as he spoke again. "Oh, uh, I just... more
        • I repeat,: uh, sure? - Brynjolf, Wed Jan 18 11:23
          Brynís eyes locked onto the kid who bumped into him. Or more specifically, his mouth. Considering that Bryn hadnít fully turned towards the other person, any words now tumbling out of the persons... more
          • Lovely weather we're having, huh? - Andres, Thu Jan 19 21:34
            Andres's eyebrows rose and he closed his eyes, his eyebrows now furrowed. The boy was deaf-Andres was such an idiot. An apologetic expression on his face, he actively slowed down his speech to a... more
            • See, now you're on the right track. - Brynjolf, Thu Jan 19 22:10
              ďItís not a big deal,Ē Bryn said with a smile, shrugging off the other third-yearsí apology. He was used to people talking quickly or thinking that he heard them when he didnít. It was what happened... more
              • The boy told Andres that he could talk as much as he wanted and it was like some spell had broken in some fairy tail about some chick who was sleeping, or was it the one with the long hair? Andres... more
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