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- OOC First Name
- Pat
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- Wand
- Vermelha Wand 17 Essence of Serpent Scale
- Age
- 6/1980
It had come to that time of year again that Evie had come to despise. It was once again the holiday season, the time of year where everyone was merry and happy, without a care in the world. Evie had once enjoyed this time of year, but after loosing her husband around this time she had grown to hate it. It was the night of the Holiday Ball, where the students and staff celebrated the end of exams and had a night of fun before going home to spend the holidays with their family. Evie would be staying in the castle.
After the festivities concluded and Evie made sure the students had made their way back to their dorms, she got the Elves to work on tidying up the place. It had been a long night and Evie wanted nothing more than to retire to her study and have a few drinks before attempting to sleep something which she had very little of recently. Entering her study Evie made a few swift flicks of her wand, locking the door, closing the blinds, lighting the fire and starting up the old style radio, letting some soft music play in the background.
As the music played and the fire roared Evie changed out of her dress got a quick shower. Once she was finished she put on something a little more comfortable. Now much more relaxed Evie, letting her long wet hair fall over her shoulders, sat on the long couch beside the fire. Waving her wand once again a glass of scotch and the book by her bedside came to her hands. Letting a small sigh escape her lips she took a sip of her drink and became enveloped in her book once again.
After the festivities concluded and Evie made sure the students had made their way back to their dorms, she got the Elves to work on tidying up the place. It had been a long night and Evie wanted nothing more than to retire to her study and have a few drinks before attempting to sleep something which she had very little of recently. Entering her study Evie made a few swift flicks of her wand, locking the door, closing the blinds, lighting the fire and starting up the old style radio, letting some soft music play in the background.
As the music played and the fire roared Evie changed out of her dress got a quick shower. Once she was finished she put on something a little more comfortable. Now much more relaxed Evie, letting her long wet hair fall over her shoulders, sat on the long couch beside the fire. Waving her wand once again a glass of scotch and the book by her bedside came to her hands. Letting a small sigh escape her lips she took a sip of her drink and became enveloped in her book once again.