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- Curved 17" Unyielding Willow Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
Lavender hated hospitals. The way they looked, the way they smelled. Everything about them was just a worse nightmare. She had been in so many in her life, though never for herself, which perhaps made it always the worst. If she was experiencing things, at least she would get used to it. They were not easy places for her. But her mother was sick, so sick and this was the only place she could be. Lavender was sure that she'd end up losing her too, leaving her with no one else in this world. Not a friend, not a family, not an acquaintance in sight. The woman sat beside her mother, holding her hand as she slept, which seemed to be all her mother could do these days. Lavender's hands were dirtied with coffee, she'd come straight from work. She smelled of coffee, her hair was up in a loose bun and her makeup was looking a little old. But she wasn't at the hospital to impress, she was here for the mother she loved dearly and who at every occasion she could be, she was at her side. Lavender yawned, unable to hold it back, knowing that she was very tired.