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- OOC First Name
- Marga
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
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- Married
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- Liam
- Wand
- Straight 14 1/2 Inch Unyielding Redwood Wand with Augurey Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 11/2018
Ai had been wandering the corridors quite frequently ever since she and Heath had broken up. In fact, it was getting a little bit bad considering that whenever she had free time, she would let her mind go blank and just let her feet take her anywhere. It was definitely a lot better than staying cooped up in her room and sulk about every single thing that went wrong in her life, starting from her parents' death until Heath had broken up with her. And if she were to list that down, she was pretty sure that she could write a lot and Ai just wanted to forget about most of it even just for a while whenever she was on the walk in the different corridors of Hogwarts New Zealand. Though she knew that she had to stop this nonsense at some point, considering that she almost fell down the stairs a couple of times thanks to tripping while her mind was a blank.
Unfortunately though, today was not the day that Ai was going to stop her wandering around the halls. She had an unemotional look on her face saved for her eyes that showed her pain and even the slight traces of crying the night before. She always cried in her room before she went to sleep, though she would always succeed in stopping the tears, thinking that she didn't want to cry anymore. But that thinking wasn't really helping. With almost nothing in mind, she strolled in the Sixth Floor corridor absent-mindedly. She looked like a zombie prefect going on a patrol but then again she didn't particularly care and she hoped that no one would bother her all too soon.
Unfortunately though, today was not the day that Ai was going to stop her wandering around the halls. She had an unemotional look on her face saved for her eyes that showed her pain and even the slight traces of crying the night before. She always cried in her room before she went to sleep, though she would always succeed in stopping the tears, thinking that she didn't want to cry anymore. But that thinking wasn't really helping. With almost nothing in mind, she strolled in the Sixth Floor corridor absent-mindedly. She looked like a zombie prefect going on a patrol but then again she didn't particularly care and she hoped that no one would bother her all too soon.