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- Holly/Ebony Wand 12 1/2 Essence of Griffin Feather
After a long and eventful week, Saturday had finally arrived. Margo had been looking forward to this day since she had first received her schedule, going to bed each night with dreams of her first flying lesson. At home she used to spend hours just watching the birds, envying them for being able to do something she never would; that is, until she learned about being a witch. Of all the magic she had seen, Margo had been looking forward most to flying.
Unfortunately, Margo's day had not resembled her dreams in the slightest. It had both fallen dreadfully short and far surpassed them, and by the time she was dismissed, Margo was exhausted from the emotions that had passed through her over the last few hours. It seemed she had experienced everything from elation to desperation today. It was perhaps because of this that Margo decided to retreat to the great lawn rather than going off to explore the vast expanses of the Hogwarts castle.
After a moment or two Margo spotted a promising looking tree not far from the lake and decided to settle down at let herself become lost in thought. She sat down at the base of the tree closing her eyes and letting herself indulge in a few moments of melancholy. Why had she had so much trouble commanding a broom? Perhaps she was just a shoddy witch. She was a muggle born after all.
At that last thought Margo felt a flash of anger toward herself; she hated when others judged people because of the way they were born and was not about to tolerate it of herself. No Margo thought, I will prove to myself and everyone that blood doesn't matter. I will become a great witch. Margo smiled at that, only now remembering the most important fact of the day. She had performed real magic. The memory was like a drug, and soon, Margo needed more.
Then and there, at the base of that giant tree, Margo decided she was going to practice some magic. She looked around carefully, making sure no adults or older students were any where near her. Margo was unsure if what she was about to do was breaking the rules, but then, Margo had never really been one for rules anyway. Using her excellent memory Margo recalled a spell she had read in her charms book, practicing the wrist motion she had seen other students using. Once she was confident she had the movements down Margo took her wand and found a rather large twig. Placing the twig in front of her she again made the motions, this time accompanying them with the words "Wingardium Leviosa". The twig rose an inch before falling.
Margo spent the next thirty minutes practicing the spell, trying different enunciations of the words and varying her movements slightly. As Margo's confidence in herself grew, so did her ability to perform the spell, and soon, she was able not only to fully lift the stick, but to guide it from place to place, and even gently bring it to rest back on the ground. Lost in her joy, Margo performed the spell over and over again, Her eyes becoming brighter with each success, and soon she thought Well, I guess I'm not such a shoddy witch after all
Unfortunately, Margo's day had not resembled her dreams in the slightest. It had both fallen dreadfully short and far surpassed them, and by the time she was dismissed, Margo was exhausted from the emotions that had passed through her over the last few hours. It seemed she had experienced everything from elation to desperation today. It was perhaps because of this that Margo decided to retreat to the great lawn rather than going off to explore the vast expanses of the Hogwarts castle.
After a moment or two Margo spotted a promising looking tree not far from the lake and decided to settle down at let herself become lost in thought. She sat down at the base of the tree closing her eyes and letting herself indulge in a few moments of melancholy. Why had she had so much trouble commanding a broom? Perhaps she was just a shoddy witch. She was a muggle born after all.
At that last thought Margo felt a flash of anger toward herself; she hated when others judged people because of the way they were born and was not about to tolerate it of herself. No Margo thought, I will prove to myself and everyone that blood doesn't matter. I will become a great witch. Margo smiled at that, only now remembering the most important fact of the day. She had performed real magic. The memory was like a drug, and soon, Margo needed more.
Then and there, at the base of that giant tree, Margo decided she was going to practice some magic. She looked around carefully, making sure no adults or older students were any where near her. Margo was unsure if what she was about to do was breaking the rules, but then, Margo had never really been one for rules anyway. Using her excellent memory Margo recalled a spell she had read in her charms book, practicing the wrist motion she had seen other students using. Once she was confident she had the movements down Margo took her wand and found a rather large twig. Placing the twig in front of her she again made the motions, this time accompanying them with the words "Wingardium Leviosa". The twig rose an inch before falling.
Margo spent the next thirty minutes practicing the spell, trying different enunciations of the words and varying her movements slightly. As Margo's confidence in herself grew, so did her ability to perform the spell, and soon, she was able not only to fully lift the stick, but to guide it from place to place, and even gently bring it to rest back on the ground. Lost in her joy, Margo performed the spell over and over again, Her eyes becoming brighter with each success, and soon she thought Well, I guess I'm not such a shoddy witch after all