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- Rowan Wand 15" Essence of Fang of Basilisk
Oliver trudged through the garden, not caring enough to notice that he was walking on flowerbeds. He wasn't much of a flower person, or even a colourful person at that. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was colour-blind. He simply did not care much for things that seemed girlish in general. When his feet found the gravel path, he followed it till he found a wooden bench. Flopping himself down on it, Oliver placed his head in his palms. He hadn't found much adventure since he'd arrived at Hogwarts. He had not even run into one boy yet who wasn't Ares. Where was Ares anyway? "Probably off with that stupid cousin of his," Oliver mumbled under his breath.