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- Ebony Wand 15" Essence of Phoenix Talon
Tichondrius leaned back against the large oak tree. He was wearing his Hogwartz robes, the length of the wand pressed gently and comfortingly against the side of his arm. During his previous contract, he had brought the wand along, despite the fact he wasn't allowed to use it ... yet. He knew that even the situation was dire enough even underaged wizards were allowed to break what he had termed the Masqerade.
Flicking his wrist, the wand shot out into his hand. It glimmered faintly in the sun, having being polished only last night. He was a fastidous cleaner of his weapons; his wand was no exception. Turning his gaze up, he whistled sharply. Hayate, who had returned with him to Hogwarts, screamed a respone, trimmed his rust-colour tail and flared his wings sharply, coming down close to him. Reaching into his feed bag near by, he flung a small piece of meat into the air, which Hayate caught expertly.
As he continued feeding Hayate, Tichondrius pondered about the timing of his return. The Yule Ball was fast approaching. He was supposed to get a date. Even Sakura back home was nagging him to get one, and she would have to 'pass her judgments first', to quote her directly. His parents were both highly amused at his lack of social ability, knowing full well they were responsible for that.
Tichondrius might be a dangerous individual, whose eyes had seen far too much, but he was, after all, just a twelve year old kid. He had hormones and urges. He bit his lip. A few girls had caught his eye; Liberty was one of them, but he put that down to his instinctive desire to protect the weak. Kagyou, but he knew that was because her way of carrying herself just made her seem .... regal. And a few others. Tichondrius bit his lip again. A sharp screech broke his line of thought, Hayate; demanding his food. He shrugged and tossed another piece into the air.
Flicking his wrist, the wand shot out into his hand. It glimmered faintly in the sun, having being polished only last night. He was a fastidous cleaner of his weapons; his wand was no exception. Turning his gaze up, he whistled sharply. Hayate, who had returned with him to Hogwarts, screamed a respone, trimmed his rust-colour tail and flared his wings sharply, coming down close to him. Reaching into his feed bag near by, he flung a small piece of meat into the air, which Hayate caught expertly.
As he continued feeding Hayate, Tichondrius pondered about the timing of his return. The Yule Ball was fast approaching. He was supposed to get a date. Even Sakura back home was nagging him to get one, and she would have to 'pass her judgments first', to quote her directly. His parents were both highly amused at his lack of social ability, knowing full well they were responsible for that.
Tichondrius might be a dangerous individual, whose eyes had seen far too much, but he was, after all, just a twelve year old kid. He had hormones and urges. He bit his lip. A few girls had caught his eye; Liberty was one of them, but he put that down to his instinctive desire to protect the weak. Kagyou, but he knew that was because her way of carrying herself just made her seem .... regal. And a few others. Tichondrius bit his lip again. A sharp screech broke his line of thought, Hayate; demanding his food. He shrugged and tossed another piece into the air.