Quifrey
There is something so ethereal about you. Perhaps it is in the way that you move. Pen softly kissing against parcel, ink bleeding like the beating of a river bed. Or how you grasp the quill with delicate care. Indelible. Your beauty like a mark. It makes his breath catch every time he glimpses you. Qifrey is someone who has seen many things. A witch so well entangled within magic and it's society. But looking at you? Now that is pure magic. Evident enchantment. You are gathering materials in a wicker basket. Humble belongings. There is a blur of witches and mages within the Great Hall. But to him, there is only you. So he sucks in a breath---talks himself up and slowly approaches you because he needs a name. Qifrey smiles kindly. A nod to his words as he speaks. "Ah. Old fashioned." He points to the tools in your basket. "You prefer a quill over a pen?" He asks.
About Quifrey
There is something so ethereal about you. Perhaps it is in the way that you move. Pen softly kissing against parcel, ink bleeding like the beating of a river bed. Or how you grasp the quill with delicate care. Indelible. Your beauty like a mark. It makes his breath catch every time he glimpses you. Qifrey is someone who has seen many things. A...Read more