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- Ana V
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- Shedua Wood Wand with a string of Thestral tail feather 9 1/2 inch
Willow was starting to be known as the increadable singing girl. She didn't care. Music was her only refuge aside from the frilly little manga mags that she read from time to time. She made little effort to make friends. She also stayed away from the song Seven Nation Army. It reminded her of that boy that asked her to dance in the hall. She had burned for a moment then felt bad because she had snapped at him. She snapped at everyone really but she didn't want to.
She was just like that. Today's song on her guitar was 'Happiness' but no matter what the title maybe Willow's song was anything but happy.
"Happiness is just outside my window
Would it crash blowing 80-miles an hour?
Or is happiness a little more like knocking
On your door, and you just let it in?
Happiness feels a lot like sorrow
Let it be, you can't make it come or go
But you are gone- not for good but for now
Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good"
Willow went on with her leg coming down from the window still she was sitting on. It was surprising to her how many windows in the castle didn't have glass on them. She sopped there was a charm to keep out the wind. Right now there was no wind. It was a perfectly sunny, still, spring day. This thought brought Willow no joy as she plucked at the strings of her guitar.
She was just like that. Today's song on her guitar was 'Happiness' but no matter what the title maybe Willow's song was anything but happy.
"Happiness is just outside my window
Would it crash blowing 80-miles an hour?
Or is happiness a little more like knocking
On your door, and you just let it in?
Happiness feels a lot like sorrow
Let it be, you can't make it come or go
But you are gone- not for good but for now
Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good"
Willow went on with her leg coming down from the window still she was sitting on. It was surprising to her how many windows in the castle didn't have glass on them. She sopped there was a charm to keep out the wind. Right now there was no wind. It was a perfectly sunny, still, spring day. This thought brought Willow no joy as she plucked at the strings of her guitar.