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- Fir Wand 14 1/8" Essence of Sphinx Remains
Finally, Jessame Rose found herself, Sam still in tow, at the cliffs, with the wind in her hair and the smell of the ocean making her homesick. She hadn't been here before. The cliffs were out of bounds to students, and Jess didn't break rules intentionally, but this was where she'd walked to, so she sat down and stared at the choppy grey sheet of water that stretched to the horizon.
She sat and she stared, and she wished she was back home. She sat and she stared and she thought of holidays in Arthur's Pass, that she'd always thought of as 'magical,' not knowing there was such a thing as real magic. She sat and she stared, and she forgot Sam was sitting next to her. Clear, salty tears leaked from her green eyes. Jessame Rose let go and cried. She cried as she hadn't allowed herself to do since arriving at Hogwarts. She wailed as if mourning a loved one. She tasted the tears that rolled into her mouth, and she wished with all her heart that that: the beauty and wonder of a tear drop; or the crunch of snow under the first footstep outside on a frosty morning; or the warmth of being enveloped by your father's arms; she wished that those things were the extent of the magic in the world. She wished the ugly magic she had come to know in the past ten months did not exist.
She sat and she stared, and she wished she was back home. She sat and she stared and she thought of holidays in Arthur's Pass, that she'd always thought of as 'magical,' not knowing there was such a thing as real magic. She sat and she stared, and she forgot Sam was sitting next to her. Clear, salty tears leaked from her green eyes. Jessame Rose let go and cried. She cried as she hadn't allowed herself to do since arriving at Hogwarts. She wailed as if mourning a loved one. She tasted the tears that rolled into her mouth, and she wished with all her heart that that: the beauty and wonder of a tear drop; or the crunch of snow under the first footstep outside on a frosty morning; or the warmth of being enveloped by your father's arms; she wished that those things were the extent of the magic in the world. She wished the ugly magic she had come to know in the past ten months did not exist.