IntergalacticToaster
Toast from SPAAAAAACE!
Honestly, Bailey Dansur, age sixteen and rather good looking for his age sometimes wonders just how he was able to pass classes all the way up to his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His wand was a complete fluke! A sham! Not even bothering to follow his command and always backfiring like a little twit!
He sighed, leaning on the Slytherin table of the Great Hall. It was about after lunch time and was quite empty save for the students who were around chatting with friends or studying. Bailey himself was just staring at his wand in dismay. He wanted to get it replaced... Perhaps find a wand that would be more suited for his needs. However, he had grown rather found of this wand even if it did mess up almost 80% of the time. He hasn't figured out the certain times when it's worked but... It's going somewhere he supposed.
He sighed, leaning on the Slytherin table of the Great Hall. It was about after lunch time and was quite empty save for the students who were around chatting with friends or studying. Bailey himself was just staring at his wand in dismay. He wanted to get it replaced... Perhaps find a wand that would be more suited for his needs. However, he had grown rather found of this wand even if it did mess up almost 80% of the time. He hasn't figured out the certain times when it's worked but... It's going somewhere he supposed.