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- OOC First Name
- Rowan
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- Muggleborn
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- Married
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- Knotted 12 Inch Flexible Pine Wand with Fwooper Feather Core and 6'5" Sturdy Carved Walnut Staff With Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 3/2030 (32)
Ainsley had never tried to learn her way around a new environment before, and even the trip between her bedroom and the dining hall had been stressful. Ainsley wasn't sure she would have made it at all without a group of other lost first years to trail after. But she had heard something about there being a library around here, and she was determined to find it.
Ainsley hadn't bothered to wear shoes today, but the cold stone floor felt unfamiliar and unwelcoming, and she found herself regretting the decision as she padded down the hallway, one hand trailing along the wall behind her, feeling the texture of the stone under her fingertips, rougher than the stone under her feet. Ainsley felt almost numbed by all the newness all at once, after the routine of the last eleven years of her life. Everything was so strange there seemed no point in trying to predict anything at all, since anything might as well be possible or true.
Books would make it better though. Books were familiar, soothing, a slice of home in this strange new world. Books could tell her what this strange magical world considered real, and what was truly fantasy, and maybe even take her away on a new fantasy. Surely wizard novels must be worlds beyond anything she had read before, and the thought filled Ainsley with renewed vigour, wide eyes searching the corridor as she padded along on her quest.
Ainsley hadn't bothered to wear shoes today, but the cold stone floor felt unfamiliar and unwelcoming, and she found herself regretting the decision as she padded down the hallway, one hand trailing along the wall behind her, feeling the texture of the stone under her fingertips, rougher than the stone under her feet. Ainsley felt almost numbed by all the newness all at once, after the routine of the last eleven years of her life. Everything was so strange there seemed no point in trying to predict anything at all, since anything might as well be possible or true.
Books would make it better though. Books were familiar, soothing, a slice of home in this strange new world. Books could tell her what this strange magical world considered real, and what was truly fantasy, and maybe even take her away on a new fantasy. Surely wizard novels must be worlds beyond anything she had read before, and the thought filled Ainsley with renewed vigour, wide eyes searching the corridor as she padded along on her quest.