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- Holly/Ebony Wand 12 1/2 Essence of Griffin Feather
The week of exams was about to rear it's ugly head and ever the perfectionist when it came to matters concerning grades, Margo Elizabeth Liddell had been spending nearly every waking moment studying in preparation. Margo had worked extremely hard all year, and she was not about to throw that all away by failing her exams. Not that Margo was in any real danger of doing so but she was sticking to the old moniker 'better safe than sorry.' Just about the only thing little Margo had allowed herself to do aside from studying was to practice her flying. Ever since her fateful first flying lesson all those weeks ago Margo had spent at least an hour on the Quidditch Pitch, practicing, perfecting and honing her skills. It had been enough to get Margo, a muggle born witch, onto the Quidditch team and she was determined not to make the Captain and her house regret the decision.
After nearly a week of doing nothing but eating, sleeping, studying and practicing Quidditch, Margo was beginning to feel rather restless. It had come to the point that she simply had to do something new or she'd be in very real danger of going quite mad. So it was that Margo found herself abandoning her studies to rummage through her trunk for her dog-eared copy of The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll. The Gryffindor had planned to merely read in her room, but the bright sunshine peeking through the window nest to Margo's bed seemed to be beckoning her. Frankly, it was beyond her power to resist. With a happy sigh Margo slid on her shoes, ran down the many flights of stairs, through the doors of the Entrance Hall and out into the open air.
Once outside Margo headed for the cliffs. Strange to think that in all her adventuring Margo had only been there once before but that is precisely why she went. Finding a likely rock set back a bit from the edge Margo began to climb, enjoying the feel of the sun warmed rock. It was challenging work with a think novel tucked under her arm but Margo was used to climbing. A minutes time saw her settled on the rock laying stomach down. For a while the tiny girl simply lay there, looking a bit like a cat as she basked in the sun letting her skin drink in every ray. Pulling out her book Margo propped her upper body up using her elbows, letting the book rest on the rock as she began perusing Carroll's poems.
After nearly a week of doing nothing but eating, sleeping, studying and practicing Quidditch, Margo was beginning to feel rather restless. It had come to the point that she simply had to do something new or she'd be in very real danger of going quite mad. So it was that Margo found herself abandoning her studies to rummage through her trunk for her dog-eared copy of The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll. The Gryffindor had planned to merely read in her room, but the bright sunshine peeking through the window nest to Margo's bed seemed to be beckoning her. Frankly, it was beyond her power to resist. With a happy sigh Margo slid on her shoes, ran down the many flights of stairs, through the doors of the Entrance Hall and out into the open air.
Once outside Margo headed for the cliffs. Strange to think that in all her adventuring Margo had only been there once before but that is precisely why she went. Finding a likely rock set back a bit from the edge Margo began to climb, enjoying the feel of the sun warmed rock. It was challenging work with a think novel tucked under her arm but Margo was used to climbing. A minutes time saw her settled on the rock laying stomach down. For a while the tiny girl simply lay there, looking a bit like a cat as she basked in the sun letting her skin drink in every ray. Pulling out her book Margo propped her upper body up using her elbows, letting the book rest on the rock as she began perusing Carroll's poems.