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- OOC First Name
- Cyndi
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Wand
- Knotted 15 Inch Flexible Oak Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 4/2005
The day was slightly overcast, the threat of rain looming in the air. Professor Weasley stood at the edge of the forbidden forest, waiting to enter. She had sent a note to Mr. Adams the day before telling him when and where to meet her. The young professor had debated meeting him at the crack of dawn to force him to wake up early, but decided against it because she wasn't much of an early bird herself, and see he was the one who was supposed to be being punished, she really didn't see the point in punishing herself.
As she waited, Professor Weasley walked around the entrance way, stopping to watch a bee buzzing around a flower. Every so often, a slight wind would blow sending her gray robes swishing around her knees and her hair blowing around her face. She looked towards the school, her lips pursed as she wondered how much longer she'd be waiting for the young Gryffindor or if he'd show at all. He seemed to have listened to what Professor Fletcher had told him, but it was still hard to tell whether he'd listen to the advice.
As she waited, Professor Weasley walked around the entrance way, stopping to watch a bee buzzing around a flower. Every so often, a slight wind would blow sending her gray robes swishing around her knees and her hair blowing around her face. She looked towards the school, her lips pursed as she wondered how much longer she'd be waiting for the young Gryffindor or if he'd show at all. He seemed to have listened to what Professor Fletcher had told him, but it was still hard to tell whether he'd listen to the advice.