- Messages
- 405
- OOC First Name
- Camilla
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Curly 9.5" Flexible Rosewood Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 17 (26/07/2046)
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Dahlia could scarcely believe she was in her final year at Hogwarts. It felt like a bit of a blur, and it felt sometimes like she hadn't achieved much. She still wondered if she would've been happier at a muggle school, not that she was ever going to get incredible marks but she could've kept up with the hobbies she loved far more easily. But this was the way things were, she and Zinnia each had the lives the other wanted but they just had to deal with it. She could still work on her performance art, she supposed, though it was a little harder to do it on her own. But again, she'd just make it work.
Dahlia had found a quieter spot in the courtyard, sitting down and humming a song to herself. She was tapping her feet in rhythm with the song, stopping and frowning every few seconds and restarting the phrase. It was an awkward form of practicing, but she was rather caught up in it. "Ugh, lost the key," she muttered, humming a note and then wincing. "Nope, that's not it...ugh, anything for a music player."
Dahlia could scarcely believe she was in her final year at Hogwarts. It felt like a bit of a blur, and it felt sometimes like she hadn't achieved much. She still wondered if she would've been happier at a muggle school, not that she was ever going to get incredible marks but she could've kept up with the hobbies she loved far more easily. But this was the way things were, she and Zinnia each had the lives the other wanted but they just had to deal with it. She could still work on her performance art, she supposed, though it was a little harder to do it on her own. But again, she'd just make it work.
Dahlia had found a quieter spot in the courtyard, sitting down and humming a song to herself. She was tapping her feet in rhythm with the song, stopping and frowning every few seconds and restarting the phrase. It was an awkward form of practicing, but she was rather caught up in it. "Ugh, lost the key," she muttered, humming a note and then wincing. "Nope, that's not it...ugh, anything for a music player."