Austin walked in, tired from his day of classes. He knew school would be hard, but he didn't know they would be this hard. He had a pretty great day in Potions, though. He had almost perfectly made his first potion, even if it did have a few minor mistakes. But nonetheless he was on his way. He collapsed on to the couch, dropping his bag on the way, and smiled as the newly used couch made an 'oof' sound. He loved that the majority of the furniture had rarely been used. It gave him time to claim the comfiest couch and/or chair as his own.

Reaching down, he pulled out a letter from his bag. He was glad that his parents were writing him letters, but he didn't feel like writing them back, and he didn't want to feel guilty by reading it. So he pulled out his wand, and started rolling it in his hands. It was such a beautiful wand, and supposedly it would help him with healing spells. He wasn't exactly sure how, but he would have to take the Wand Owner's word for it. Austin was definitely ready to test out that theory, but he didn't know any healing spells yet. Sighing, he pulled out his letter, ready to read it.



Austin chuckled. He loved his dad. He loved his mom too, but she could get very annoying very quickly, and she was very hard to handle when she was upset. His dad told him stories about when she was pregnant, ad spend two days crying. She only stopped to eat and sleep. He thought she was going crazy, but turns out she was just carrying their child. Austin could only laugh every time he told this story. Usually because when this story was being told, they were sitting on the roof, escaping their mom.