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- Bloodwood Wand 15 1/4" Essence of Phoenix Ash
Emma, wearing a pair of skinny jeans, black converse and a white Holister v-neck with CALIFORNIA written on it, walked down to the Seventh Floor Corridor. She wanted - nay needed to see Cyril, her best friend. For several reasons, she wanted to congratulate him on making Gryffindor, and because he was her best friend, and they had been acting more like accquantances. When she reached the Gryffindor common room, she smiled at the painting. Are you a Gryffindor? it asked. She shook her head lightly and responded, "Trying to see if my friend is there." She pressed her pink lips together dreamily, as she looked up into the endless sky of the castle. She knew it was enchanted to look this way, but it still amazed her. Her thoughts were brought back down when she heard the portrait opened, she looked at the student and asked hazily, "Hello, do you think you could see if there is a Cyril there? I would be ever so thankful."
The boy nodded his head, a bit uncomfortably, and whisked away into the crimson room. Emily walked over to a near by bench and sat cross-legged. She tilted her head upwards against the cold cobblestone, and gaze upwards, until her lids slowly drifted shut over her chocolate irises. Her thoughts swarmed around in her mind, and she could see flashes of soothing colours. They were auras, but they were going to quickly for her to try and pick up what emotion that colour was bringing out, and in her feelings towards who. It was times like these that she wished she was a bit more normal, even the average witch didn't have these things. Well except one, Zazuka, her new room mate, but she wasn't all too convinced. For some reason she felt like it was all a joke, but the girls aura was trusting, so, she trusted her.
The boy nodded his head, a bit uncomfortably, and whisked away into the crimson room. Emily walked over to a near by bench and sat cross-legged. She tilted her head upwards against the cold cobblestone, and gaze upwards, until her lids slowly drifted shut over her chocolate irises. Her thoughts swarmed around in her mind, and she could see flashes of soothing colours. They were auras, but they were going to quickly for her to try and pick up what emotion that colour was bringing out, and in her feelings towards who. It was times like these that she wished she was a bit more normal, even the average witch didn't have these things. Well except one, Zazuka, her new room mate, but she wasn't all too convinced. For some reason she felt like it was all a joke, but the girls aura was trusting, so, she trusted her.