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- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4" Essence of Silver Thistle
Sam stood in a large field. It was almost sunset and he wasn't alone. His father was there. They stood opposite each other though only one of them was talking. Sam stood siliently as his father began to yell at him, sneer at him and complain about what a waste of space he was. Sam felt like pushing his fingers into his ears but instead his feet took the first move and he started to run down the field. His father was still rambling and complaining yet it seemed so much easier to listen now that he was running. Eventually he came to a large fence at the end of the field. Sam was about to swing his leg over the fence when it suddenly grew. "What?" The fence continued to grow till it was almost the size of a house. Sam quickly turned around, his father was gone and now the sky was black with not a single star. Sam's heart raced, all the fences continued to grow and without really thinking Sam ran back up the field. This time it didn't seem to end he just kept running until suddenly Sam's foot slipped and he was falling down, falling, falling....
Sam instantly woke from the pain spreading around his body. Half of his body lay on a landing while his legs were draped over the steps. "What..?" He asked himself wondering where he was. He pushed himself up and rubbed his cheek as a sharp pain spread through it. He pressumed he must have tripped up the last step, but that means "Sleepwalking? I never sleepwalk?" He mumbled to himself. Sam realized that he had his wand in his hand. He must have grabbed it while he was asleep. "Lumos." he muttered and he flashed his lit wand around the corridor. Many of the portraits moaned and shouted at him which then instantly reminded him of the dream he just had. He stopped in his tracks. The dream felt so real, it frightened him almost. Just then Sam was brought out of his thoughts by one portrait. There was a pretty woman dressed in all white and a maid who were now shouting at him, he looked back at them confused and then realized he was pointing his wand right at the portrait. "Oh...sorry.." His voice was dry and crokey, he really was still half asleep.
Sam didn't know what corridor he was on but what he did know was that he was still extremely tired and felt like falling back asleep instantly. He didn't want to start wandering around the castle looking for something that might make something in his head 'click', something that he would recognise. Instead he found a low built, long windowsill which seemed perfect at the present moment. He sat down on it and stretched his legs across from him. Sam gave one last fleeting look at the corridor. The portraits had settled back to their easy sleeps and the silence was broken only by the soft snoring of some of the old men in portraits further down the corridor. But shortly enough the sound of quiet snoring was broken by a loud clattering as Sam's lit wand fell from his hand and clattered against the concrete floor. Sam had fallen asleep for the second time that night.
Sam instantly woke from the pain spreading around his body. Half of his body lay on a landing while his legs were draped over the steps. "What..?" He asked himself wondering where he was. He pushed himself up and rubbed his cheek as a sharp pain spread through it. He pressumed he must have tripped up the last step, but that means "Sleepwalking? I never sleepwalk?" He mumbled to himself. Sam realized that he had his wand in his hand. He must have grabbed it while he was asleep. "Lumos." he muttered and he flashed his lit wand around the corridor. Many of the portraits moaned and shouted at him which then instantly reminded him of the dream he just had. He stopped in his tracks. The dream felt so real, it frightened him almost. Just then Sam was brought out of his thoughts by one portrait. There was a pretty woman dressed in all white and a maid who were now shouting at him, he looked back at them confused and then realized he was pointing his wand right at the portrait. "Oh...sorry.." His voice was dry and crokey, he really was still half asleep.
Sam didn't know what corridor he was on but what he did know was that he was still extremely tired and felt like falling back asleep instantly. He didn't want to start wandering around the castle looking for something that might make something in his head 'click', something that he would recognise. Instead he found a low built, long windowsill which seemed perfect at the present moment. He sat down on it and stretched his legs across from him. Sam gave one last fleeting look at the corridor. The portraits had settled back to their easy sleeps and the silence was broken only by the soft snoring of some of the old men in portraits further down the corridor. But shortly enough the sound of quiet snoring was broken by a loud clattering as Sam's lit wand fell from his hand and clattered against the concrete floor. Sam had fallen asleep for the second time that night.