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- Walnut Wand 14 1/2" Essence of Vampire Blood
Eugene had sneaked out the Hufflepuff Common room early in the morning when it was completely deserted.He had his acoustic guitaracoustic guitar slung across his shoulder and he didn't want anyone to see it.For a few minutes he just stood on the Fourth Floor corridor wondering where to go but then he made up his mind and started going down the stairs.He made as little noise as possible because he didn't want to attract attention to himself.It was 5 am in the morning and Eugene wasn't entirely sure if students were supposed to be out of bed yet.
He headed down to the second floor corridor which he knew had an abandoned classroom that was out of the way of students.He found the door and pushed it open.It creaked loudly which made him jump but he proceeded to go inside and shut the door behind him.He classroom was dusty and had all the desks pushed back against the walls.The teacher's table was coated in a layer of dust which seemed to have been recently disturbed because Eugene could make out hand prints on it.The shutters were pulled down and the windows were closed.
Eugene took his guitar off his shoulder and walked towards the first window.He lifted the shutters and then pushed back the windows to open them.Outside it was still dark and the grounds were covered in a blanket of pure white.A cold gust of wind blew into the class room and Eugene pulled his coat tighter around himself.He wore so many layers of clothing over his blue pajamas.A jumper,a long thick coat,a thick woolen scarf,gloves,and he wore woolen socks and winter boots.
Finally he walked back to the teacher's table and opened his guitar case and took the instrument out.Perching himself on the edge of the table,Eugene adjusted his posture to hold the guitar carefully in his hands.It was still slightly heavy for him but it's weight felt familiar.He stroked it with affection as he was transported to the memories of last year when he had bought it and learned how to play it.His instructor had been a muggle man and sometimes Eugene had lost control out of frustration and the strings kept breaking on their own.The memory made him smile.
He positioned his left hand at it's neck and his right under it's body.His fingers strummed lightly on the strings and then he busied himself in tuning the guitar.When he was finally satisfied he positioned his fingers and started playing one of the songs that he loved and had practiced thoroughly on his guitar.It took him to a different place,the stream near the wood that bordered his neighbourhood.It was a quite place with only the natural sound of the flowing water and the morning birds that liked to sing along with his music.He used to sit there for hours playing his guitar,looking for different plants that were named in his mother's potion book,and skipping stones.He missed that place that he called home.Where he could play his guitar out in the open instead of hiding in a class room.
He headed down to the second floor corridor which he knew had an abandoned classroom that was out of the way of students.He found the door and pushed it open.It creaked loudly which made him jump but he proceeded to go inside and shut the door behind him.He classroom was dusty and had all the desks pushed back against the walls.The teacher's table was coated in a layer of dust which seemed to have been recently disturbed because Eugene could make out hand prints on it.The shutters were pulled down and the windows were closed.
Eugene took his guitar off his shoulder and walked towards the first window.He lifted the shutters and then pushed back the windows to open them.Outside it was still dark and the grounds were covered in a blanket of pure white.A cold gust of wind blew into the class room and Eugene pulled his coat tighter around himself.He wore so many layers of clothing over his blue pajamas.A jumper,a long thick coat,a thick woolen scarf,gloves,and he wore woolen socks and winter boots.
Finally he walked back to the teacher's table and opened his guitar case and took the instrument out.Perching himself on the edge of the table,Eugene adjusted his posture to hold the guitar carefully in his hands.It was still slightly heavy for him but it's weight felt familiar.He stroked it with affection as he was transported to the memories of last year when he had bought it and learned how to play it.His instructor had been a muggle man and sometimes Eugene had lost control out of frustration and the strings kept breaking on their own.The memory made him smile.
He positioned his left hand at it's neck and his right under it's body.His fingers strummed lightly on the strings and then he busied himself in tuning the guitar.When he was finally satisfied he positioned his fingers and started playing one of the songs that he loved and had practiced thoroughly on his guitar.It took him to a different place,the stream near the wood that bordered his neighbourhood.It was a quite place with only the natural sound of the flowing water and the morning birds that liked to sing along with his music.He used to sit there for hours playing his guitar,looking for different plants that were named in his mother's potion book,and skipping stones.He missed that place that he called home.Where he could play his guitar out in the open instead of hiding in a class room.
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