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- Wand
- Lignum Vitae Wand 16" Essence of Dragon's Whisker
Zeke needed somewhere to go. Somewhere peaceful. Somewhere quiet...but that was the problem with the world. You couldn't find someplace with peace and quiet. It was damn near impossible. His previous spots were becoming unbelievably corrupted as of late. In a school so big, why was it so hard to find a place to be alone?
Well, this was his last resort. Zeke was walking along the ridges of the great forest, a few miles away from the school, just to get to the quidditch pitch. It was a decently long walk, but a quiet one-- the only sounds he could hear were the faint whispers of nature. If the pitch wasn't empty he didn't know what he'd do. There came a time when Zeke needed to be alone, and for some reason he just couldn't find himself being such. It was insanity. Looking through dry eyes, he could see the pitch growing in size with each step. The flags waved silently in the harsh, cold wind, but beyond that, there was no other movements. It was wondrous.
He jogged now, and that jog slowly progressed to a run. A desperate run to his long awaited peace. Finally making it to one of the ground benches of the pitch, he climbed up to the highest level and took a seat. There was nothing in front of him to see besides the open pitch, and dirt. He took in a long breath. This was what he needed.
He created a meditation like formation with his legs, closed his eyes, and let the noise of nature fill him up. He wasn't necessarily meditating, but just trying to get away. Anything to get away.
Well, this was his last resort. Zeke was walking along the ridges of the great forest, a few miles away from the school, just to get to the quidditch pitch. It was a decently long walk, but a quiet one-- the only sounds he could hear were the faint whispers of nature. If the pitch wasn't empty he didn't know what he'd do. There came a time when Zeke needed to be alone, and for some reason he just couldn't find himself being such. It was insanity. Looking through dry eyes, he could see the pitch growing in size with each step. The flags waved silently in the harsh, cold wind, but beyond that, there was no other movements. It was wondrous.
He jogged now, and that jog slowly progressed to a run. A desperate run to his long awaited peace. Finally making it to one of the ground benches of the pitch, he climbed up to the highest level and took a seat. There was nothing in front of him to see besides the open pitch, and dirt. He took in a long breath. This was what he needed.
He created a meditation like formation with his legs, closed his eyes, and let the noise of nature fill him up. He wasn't necessarily meditating, but just trying to get away. Anything to get away.