I love adventures, hate routine, have never found any sense in rules and
dogs bless my entire existence. I travel a lot due to my parent’s job;
some of my favorite places are Iceland, Peru and my kitchen, where my
mum hides the rare and precious chocolate. I would like to study graphic
design, art or history.
I like reading absolutely anything; from Harry Potter (Gryffindor!) to
Shakespeare (King Lear makes me cry). My parents have made my music
taste by long car drives listening to Queen, Louis Armstrong and
Beethoven, so pretty much like any good song. I will play the same song
on repeat for a week and, for some reason, from all the meaningful songs
in the entire world my favorite one is “Feliz Navidad” glee version. I
don’t know, it makes me happy and I love Christmas. I like playing
sports but I am actually bad at it. It’s just for fun really. I enjoy
art, nature and lasagna.
I have really bad ideas more often than I’ll like to admit and I easily
get in trouble. But I like to help others and I would say I give good
advice, even if I never follow them. I have a really open mind and
terrible taste in humor and clothes.
I speak Spanish and English and like two sentences in french so…
Preferences: Nah. Just no Racist/sexist/homophobes/dead brought back to life by an evir wizard or an evil wizard.
Also we don’t have to share same sack interest
So the original Harry Hotspur, may he rest in peaces(s), was one of five children, according to that source of all knowledge, Wikipedia. His siblings were, respectively, Sir Thomas, Sir Ralph, Margaret, and the baby of the family, Alan.
And that nose has got to be genetic, right?
All of which leads me to only one possible conclusion.
Alan Percy has run away from home, is larking around in Sherwood forest, and is the bane of his older brother’s existence. He’d better hope Kate doesn’t find him