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- Wand
- Holly Wand 11" Essence of Phoenix Feather
It had been but a fortnight since Indianna had ventured home with a kind of emptiness in her heart and, already, the dangers of Zimbabwe felt like a world away from the cocoon she had weaved herself in London. It felt too safe here on her couch, her humble abode too impenetrable and yet the latina woman knew that setting a foot wrong in this city could mean her undoing. Indianna sighed into her mug as she folded her legs beneath her body, allowing the bitter taste of the coffee to coalesce with her thoughts. It had been well over a year since she had grown sick of civilisation, sick of living in a shoebox, sick of him and it seemed not a whole lot had changed in her absence. But here she was, right back at square one and the thought of high tailing it back to the wilderness was far too tempting.
It was just as well that Indianna's thoughts were disrupted by a sharp rap against the window pane. Her peridot eyes lifted in delight at the sight of her barred owl, hopeful that he would come baring good news. Swapping the coffee for her wand, Indianna muttered a quiet incantation and the window sprung open, much to Hermes dismay. Stifling a giggle as the disgruntled bird approached her, Indianna combed her fingers through his feathers apologetically and looked down eagerly at what he had brought her. However, it didn't take long for her brow to furrow in annoyance. It was not the letter she had been expecting from her Mamá, nor was it the novel she had ordered from Flourish and Blotts, it was merely the Daily Prophet. And on its reverse side, who other than the handsome Wimbourne Wasps beater himself? Indianna rolled her eyes and hurled the paper into the bin. "Thanks, Hermes." Indianna smiled somewhat sarcastically at the owl, because Merlin knew that was just what she needed right now. As Hermes began to settle down on his perch, Indianna sprung up from hers and decided that some company, other than that of the animal variety, would do her a world of good.
The spring afternoon air was crisp as it swirled in through the open window but was not overly bitter. With that in mind, Indianna slipped into an outfit more suitable for the outside world, and bade goodbye to her animals as she grabbed a bottle of red on her way out the door. It occurred to Indianna as she prepared to apparate that Jenn may no longer take up residence in her Cardiff abode and even if she still did, was Indianna still welcome there? It was edging on two years since she had seen her dear friend. Between Jenn's busy Quidditch schedule and her own stint in Africa, life had just gotten in the way. But not today, Indianna thought as she landed just outside Jenn's home and tentatively knocked on her front door.
It was just as well that Indianna's thoughts were disrupted by a sharp rap against the window pane. Her peridot eyes lifted in delight at the sight of her barred owl, hopeful that he would come baring good news. Swapping the coffee for her wand, Indianna muttered a quiet incantation and the window sprung open, much to Hermes dismay. Stifling a giggle as the disgruntled bird approached her, Indianna combed her fingers through his feathers apologetically and looked down eagerly at what he had brought her. However, it didn't take long for her brow to furrow in annoyance. It was not the letter she had been expecting from her Mamá, nor was it the novel she had ordered from Flourish and Blotts, it was merely the Daily Prophet. And on its reverse side, who other than the handsome Wimbourne Wasps beater himself? Indianna rolled her eyes and hurled the paper into the bin. "Thanks, Hermes." Indianna smiled somewhat sarcastically at the owl, because Merlin knew that was just what she needed right now. As Hermes began to settle down on his perch, Indianna sprung up from hers and decided that some company, other than that of the animal variety, would do her a world of good.
The spring afternoon air was crisp as it swirled in through the open window but was not overly bitter. With that in mind, Indianna slipped into an outfit more suitable for the outside world, and bade goodbye to her animals as she grabbed a bottle of red on her way out the door. It occurred to Indianna as she prepared to apparate that Jenn may no longer take up residence in her Cardiff abode and even if she still did, was Indianna still welcome there? It was edging on two years since she had seen her dear friend. Between Jenn's busy Quidditch schedule and her own stint in Africa, life had just gotten in the way. But not today, Indianna thought as she landed just outside Jenn's home and tentatively knocked on her front door.