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- Apple Wand 13 1/2" with Essence of Belladonna
River had not ventured out of the Gryffindor Tower for a long time it seemed. She hated to admit it but finally homesickness had taken this young Gryffindor over. It wasn't that she didn't love Hogwarts. No she loved this place but after the break had ended, after seeing her whole family once more even Sage, River missed them all. Each and everyone one of them. She missed her annoying and competive brother always trying to egg her on. She missed her sister Secret who barely spoke at all anymore. She missed her youngest sibling Morning and all the cookies the too of them would attempt to bake together. Yet as River walked through the corridors she had to remind herself that she would see them all later. She would get to see her brother all next year when he to came to Hogwarts. "Bloody Brilliant" She said rolling her eyes though deep down loving that she would be seeing her brother on a daily basis. That was if he wasn't too busy with his own crowd of friends.
This was just another thing that River was not quite happy about. When she first arrived in New Zealand she had met friends right away, Oscar being her best friend. Yet she had not seen any of her so called friends. Oscar was no where to be found and sadly River forgot most of the other's names. Dumb memory she cursed mentally wondering why she just couldn't remember herself. Someday she would find out why her memory was indeed so bad. It couldn't be genetics for everyone else in her family seemed to have a brilliant memory. It was just this gryffindor redhead that was completely lost with her long term and short term memory. Though River persisted on as she did walking down towards the dungeons.
Her long legs carried her about not seeing anyone in sight. Even if she had it wouldn't be a big deal. Everyone was aloud in the dugeons. No matter who they were. This Irish Redhead looked about the area, wondering what she was going to do after her short walk. Maybe she would go out for a run or go up to the North tower and look at the view for hours on end. Either way she knew she was going to be more out there and get out more. Being an outcast did not work for her. And whenever something was not to her liking, like she was always told, River worked to make it more to her liking.
This was just another thing that River was not quite happy about. When she first arrived in New Zealand she had met friends right away, Oscar being her best friend. Yet she had not seen any of her so called friends. Oscar was no where to be found and sadly River forgot most of the other's names. Dumb memory she cursed mentally wondering why she just couldn't remember herself. Someday she would find out why her memory was indeed so bad. It couldn't be genetics for everyone else in her family seemed to have a brilliant memory. It was just this gryffindor redhead that was completely lost with her long term and short term memory. Though River persisted on as she did walking down towards the dungeons.
Her long legs carried her about not seeing anyone in sight. Even if she had it wouldn't be a big deal. Everyone was aloud in the dugeons. No matter who they were. This Irish Redhead looked about the area, wondering what she was going to do after her short walk. Maybe she would go out for a run or go up to the North tower and look at the view for hours on end. Either way she knew she was going to be more out there and get out more. Being an outcast did not work for her. And whenever something was not to her liking, like she was always told, River worked to make it more to her liking.