Luna granted me godmod permission for this starter.
Ah, yes. The joys of being a boy. A stinky, cootie-drenched short-haired piece of filth known as a male of the human race. A boy.
And the one and only Head Boy at that! From that moment he stepped foot into that dusty Prefect compartment, he knew this year would be a year he wouldn't forget.
With that in mind, he pushed himself to make it a year for the better. His feet shuffled down the crowded corridor as he kept his eyes trained on a flightless bird moments in front of him, searching for sounds or anything remotely dangerous. There she was, Luna Aurelius. "That one girl from the History Excursion". "That New Ravenclaw Prefect". One of the few true newbies.
She had come in prepared for the job and walked into the compartment with her eyes illuminated and ready. Anatole had faith in her, truly. She wasn't one to let people down...for what he knew.
Today's task in his free time were to observe her efforts on patrol and instruct her if she ever made a rookie mistake. An easy task, Anatole concluded, since Luna and Anatole had become close friends from the Excursion. Now was the prime time for classes to release their frantic students, from stressed and excited first years to sick-of-it-all seventh years. As the pupils filed in, Anatole could barely catch a glimpse of her glistening neutral hair. "Luna! Luna," he called into the fray, poking his head over the people and raising his hands frantically to hopefully catch her attention. This was part of the patrol! She had to stay focused! No matter what Anatole did, she probably wouldn't listen!
Well, she had definitely passed one of her first Patrols. When the crowds cleared, Anatole saw just a flash of her hair turn the corner, and for once, realized him partway lost. He had followed the cluster a little more right, and then, he was alone...for the most part. In the distance, he heard the chatter and squealing of none other than that fragile species: girls. They looked just a smidge younger than the boy, so keeping with his earlier mature manner, he brushed his hair to the side and asked them but a simple question. "Do you girls need any help...?"
How I'd die to catch the freedom of falling...
The Lord of Advanced Summoning, Anatole Evans
STA:14 AGI:7 STR:4 CTRL:5