Feb 20, 2016
Jas made his way down the hallway, the early morning sunlight filtering in through the large windows and he stowed the healing balm he’d gotten from Madame Pomfrey into the pocket of his robes. He was more than used to the scars that littered his arms and torso by now (even if most of them were no longer visible after being covered up by his tattoos, he was keenly aware of each of them), but he’d rather avoid gaining anymore for the sake of preventing any awkward questions from his classmates. Turning a corner, he narrowly avoided colliding with another student, reflexes causing him to jump out of the way at the last minute, “Er---sorry,” He mumbled, his hand ruffling the hair at the back of his head, “You all right?”
