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- Oak 14 3/4 Essence of Raven Feather
Morrigan was bored. Had been the moment she had stepped back into Hogwarts. She supposed that it would have been fun to find out who is behind 'Rumor Has It' who had called her and her sister banshee but Morrigan really didn't concern herself with trivia. She had spent the holiday looking over more current case files with her parents and slipping in notes to them which she wrote with her left hand so they wouldn't know it was her handwriting but knowing their father he would figure it out anyway. They did take her advice though which was good because Morrigan felt as if she had accomplished something good as well as fun.
Now she was back at Hogwarts where she couldn't ask her parents to send her case files and nothing bad ever happened here. There was no murder, no funny thefts, no interesting disaperences, nothing. The Ravenclaw third year was trapped within the walls of Hogwarts where trivia seemed to thrive. Morrigan was laying on the dusty table and practicing a spell that seemed to echo her frustration with everything. "Bombarda She said aiming at the wall near the door to the abandoned classroom she had taken refuge in. A hole appeared for a second the sealed itself up again. Because of this Morrigan deduced that this had once been a Charms classroom. Bombarda! She cried again swinging her arm for the spell but never getting up off the desk.
Now she was back at Hogwarts where she couldn't ask her parents to send her case files and nothing bad ever happened here. There was no murder, no funny thefts, no interesting disaperences, nothing. The Ravenclaw third year was trapped within the walls of Hogwarts where trivia seemed to thrive. Morrigan was laying on the dusty table and practicing a spell that seemed to echo her frustration with everything. "Bombarda She said aiming at the wall near the door to the abandoned classroom she had taken refuge in. A hole appeared for a second the sealed itself up again. Because of this Morrigan deduced that this had once been a Charms classroom. Bombarda! She cried again swinging her arm for the spell but never getting up off the desk.