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- Ebony Wand 15" Essence of Phoenix Talon
Dozens of stars were scattered across the night sky, each shining brightly in its own right, each one special in its own way. As Cyril had missed most of his Astronomy Lessons he didn't know the name of the stars, but at least he knew which constellations were they from. It was 8.17pm, and Cyril Tokarev was sitting on the Great Lawn, right in front of the lake. As there was a slight incline sloping towards the lake, Cyril sat there and hung his legs over the incline. He had brought his guitar along, just in case he felt like listening to some music. As he had listened to Muggle music since young, he wasn't really used to the wizard/witch bands over the Wireless. Furthermore, no electrical items such as his MP3 could be used, due to the disruption of signals and electricity via music - Yes, they just can't coexist that well.
For every free period since he had returned to school, all he did was study, study and study. He knew there were SO much more that he had to study for, but he too knew that he was on the brink of exhaustion and snapping. All these late nights, correction, VERY late nights had taken their toll on him. During his lessons, which were actually time for revision Cyril found himself unable to keep his eyes open, and all the coffee that he had been drinking during his late nights were not very healthy for his body either.
With the exams coming, he couldn't really afford to take a break. For every meal, he was seen holding a book on the table, and he ate as little as possible and as quickly as possible, so as to save time for him to study during the meal breaks. He understood that eating fast wasn't very good for his digestive system, but what does a few weeks of fast eating matter in the long run? What would a few weeks of late night matter, if he passed his exams decently? He sure didn't want to spend another year retaking his first in Hogwarts. He would simply be the odd one out - The older one beneath all the twelve and eleven year olds.
Pulling his guitar from his side, he closed his eyes and thought for the moment. Finally deciding not to use his guitar pick, he placed his fingers on the strings of the guitar and began to play a soft, relaxing tune. His right hand was plucking at the strings, whereas his left hand was moving up and down the strings, pressing a specific string as he plucked at them. Truly, music was a strong form of magic, as he could feel the weeks of stress and hard work vanish from his body, his tensed muscles unwind, his exhausted brain begin to regain some of its vitality.
For every free period since he had returned to school, all he did was study, study and study. He knew there were SO much more that he had to study for, but he too knew that he was on the brink of exhaustion and snapping. All these late nights, correction, VERY late nights had taken their toll on him. During his lessons, which were actually time for revision Cyril found himself unable to keep his eyes open, and all the coffee that he had been drinking during his late nights were not very healthy for his body either.
With the exams coming, he couldn't really afford to take a break. For every meal, he was seen holding a book on the table, and he ate as little as possible and as quickly as possible, so as to save time for him to study during the meal breaks. He understood that eating fast wasn't very good for his digestive system, but what does a few weeks of fast eating matter in the long run? What would a few weeks of late night matter, if he passed his exams decently? He sure didn't want to spend another year retaking his first in Hogwarts. He would simply be the odd one out - The older one beneath all the twelve and eleven year olds.
Pulling his guitar from his side, he closed his eyes and thought for the moment. Finally deciding not to use his guitar pick, he placed his fingers on the strings of the guitar and began to play a soft, relaxing tune. His right hand was plucking at the strings, whereas his left hand was moving up and down the strings, pressing a specific string as he plucked at them. Truly, music was a strong form of magic, as he could feel the weeks of stress and hard work vanish from his body, his tensed muscles unwind, his exhausted brain begin to regain some of its vitality.