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- Butternut Wood, 13" Essence of Crup Hair
It was quite warm outside. Warmer than usual, but not quite hot. The library was packed with students studying for exams, murmuring words to one-another. The student lounge, on the other hand, was strangely quiet with it's many usual 'residents', outside, taking advantage of the lovely weather and dipping their toes into the lake. Dakota was one of a few students who remained in the room; she was sat in one corner, on a rather firm chair, studying. She would have been outside with her friends, having a laugh and playing silly games.. She would have if she had had any.
Dakota sighed, turning to the next page of her second year History of Magic book- she was re-reading all of her books, so far. After all, Dakota had no intention of failing her O.W.Ls. Just then, she heard someone falling over and she looked up to see a young Ravenclaw with a book in his hand, also seeking a quiet place to study. She watched him stand up, dust himself off and find a seat. Dakota smiled to herself and glanced about the room, eyes fixing on the doorway, on someone familiar. Her breathing became silent. Tension filled the air. Dakota wasn't sure how things really were between them, anymore. She continued to hold up her book, bracing herself for the worst.
Dakota sighed, turning to the next page of her second year History of Magic book- she was re-reading all of her books, so far. After all, Dakota had no intention of failing her O.W.Ls. Just then, she heard someone falling over and she looked up to see a young Ravenclaw with a book in his hand, also seeking a quiet place to study. She watched him stand up, dust himself off and find a seat. Dakota smiled to herself and glanced about the room, eyes fixing on the doorway, on someone familiar. Her breathing became silent. Tension filled the air. Dakota wasn't sure how things really were between them, anymore. She continued to hold up her book, bracing herself for the worst.