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- Birch Wand 14 1/4 essence of dragonstone
Saffron finally pulled herself out of her studies in order to do some practical learning. That and she had been eager to see what nooks and carnies she could discover with in the woods that surrounded the school. She had invited one other person with her. Isabelle, whom she was getting a bit closer to than she had ever planned to but she liked the girl well enough and it seemed like she could use the company of something other than her fictional characters. Not that she could talk. Historical figures had been her company for a rather long time. Saffron found path at the edge of the forest and took a seat at the root of a tree waiting for her friend to come and find her so they could go and explore the edges of what was mean to be forbidden. Saffron had with her a book that had the names of plants in it. She had gotten it out of the library after she finished with the Herbology book. She wondered if she could find the plants that where in this one and then take them back to the castle to press and have her own record after when she had to give the book back to the library.
Saffron's eye scanned the passages in front of her as she took in the sounds of the forest. She heard the distant call of a bird.... Should it not be too cold for birds. Saffron put her hood, leaving her two bangs out on either side of her face so that Isabelle could know that she was the one under the hood of the cloak, as if the sliver thread was not enough of a marker. She made a mental note to look up ways of getting rid of fear, her bird phobia was going to be a hindered one day if she couldn't even hear the cry of one without having to crawl in a corner. For now she pressed herself tighter against the tree and battered her mind into focusing on the book on her knees.
Saffron's eye scanned the passages in front of her as she took in the sounds of the forest. She heard the distant call of a bird.... Should it not be too cold for birds. Saffron put her hood, leaving her two bangs out on either side of her face so that Isabelle could know that she was the one under the hood of the cloak, as if the sliver thread was not enough of a marker. She made a mental note to look up ways of getting rid of fear, her bird phobia was going to be a hindered one day if she couldn't even hear the cry of one without having to crawl in a corner. For now she pressed herself tighter against the tree and battered her mind into focusing on the book on her knees.