<strong>Name:</strong>Albus Severus Potter (http://i.imgur.com/hPaSizJ.jpg)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Forest/Mua's Lodgings<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Inali, Kutseena, Quen, Mua, Acacia<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Albus shook Mua and Acacia’s hands politely, “Albus Severus Potter, a pleasure to meet both of you, Professor and Acacia” Albus noticed Acacia looking at him thoughtfully. “I am from the famous Potter family, if you are trying to place where you might have seen me before,” Albus blushed a little after that comment, he had not meant for it to sound like a brag at all, but attempts at explanation now would only make him look more silly. Soon Kutseena grabbed hold of him and Acacia an dragged them out of the clearing again. He felt a little embarrassed being dragged along like that, like a child who needed to hold his mothers hand, which he knew was an illogical analogy but he felt it all the same.<br/><br/>The walk through the woods was interesting an awkward. Albus had never really been one for woods, they were dark and full of insects and things to trip over. And he was constantly getting distracted by interesting herbs or things growing up in the trees, which caused him to bump into things and people because he was not watching where he was going.<br/><br/>Albus was impressed when they arrived at Professor Mua Kapita’s lodgings. He probably lived out here as a necessity but it seemed to be the ideal domicile to Albus, an especially lovely place to get away from everyone. He reached out and brushed the roots of the tree as he entered, awed by the construction. “Do you know if the tree was grown over the tree, or if the tree was already growing and the cave was built into it?” He asked to anyone in the group who might know.<br/><br/>He grew a little nervous when he saw all of the various weapons falling out , these were people obviously more skilled than he was in this art. At least he knew the Professor McGonagall was in the same boat as he was in regards to lack of hunting knowledge. Albus started to test his bow string, the weapon was still a solid one, his father had invested well. However, as he was pulling it taut, he became distracted by the groups conversation and let it slip awkwardly and the bowstring stung the wrist of his arm. After letting out a yelp, he sheepishly lowered the bow and turned to Professor Mua. “I’m sorry but would you happen to have anything I could wear on my wrist, I often seem to make careless mistakes like that, I would conjure my own wrist guard but I think I lost it a while back”