It was early December and Jochem had just come back from checking up on his black Frisian stallion, Poker. It was snowing lightly and the bunch of blonde curls on top of Jochem's creamy pale skin were skirted with snowflakes.
Even at this time of year his eyes were concealed behind some sunglasses. He was wearing a neat white Ralph Lauren button-up shirt with the small horse on the left side of the shirt on his chest. He's tucked it into his khaki pants. Under he was wearing some black trainers that looked very very new. To keep warm he was wearing a thick black winter coat.
Jochem shook his hair quickly when the snow started to melt so he didn't get all wet which he in fact hated. He took of his sunglasses and stuck them in his pocket to look around. It was dull and grey and snowy everywhere. He sighed. He didn't like that.
He didn't even feel like sitting down and already started heading for the Hera Cabin where he was staying under the watchful eye of his Cabin Leader, Colby Fiser. Not that he minded, he didn't need to do much anyway.
He'd probably get changed and then take a run through the forest to practise for the next Capture the Flag game. He always like running through the forest especially with all the obstacles there, he slipped, and jumped through and over everything. He was quick. Very quick in the forest. Plus his 'Harry Potter' spells helped a lot.
Jochem's powers are the same as Harry Potters. Except without wand and the weird creatures, school and names. The spells were the same. He'd helped that novelist write the book using his spells without telling her he was able to preform them. She had just added in all the crap to make it apparently 'get better' which in turn had gotten him to hate the nasty writer.
Subject: Cold Winter Days... 
Tue Dec 21, 2010 11:34 pm
