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- Wand
- Holly Wand 11" Essence of Phoenix Feather
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the start of term had shouldered the beauxbatons students with an unabashed excitement. it
was barely the third day back and still the young witches and wizards alike positively glowed
in anticipation of the coming events the term would bring. their howls of laughter and their
jittery gossip echoed almost threefold against the great stone walls of the hall, earning them
disapproving looks from the professors over their black coffees and anxious, awed glances
from the gaggle of first years that bumbled nearby. there was one student though, one tiny
witch who stood out from the crowd, when all she wanted and wished for was an invisibility
cloak so she could simply dissolve into the mindless giggles and french-tongued whispers.
dressed down in her most comfortable pair of blue jeans and a cocoon of a knitted sweater,
indianna lee with her tousled raven hair and rich olive skin, did not blend into the fresh-faced
and fine featured looks of the darling french girls in the slightest and her outfit only seemed
to serve to stand out amongst the silken blue uniforms. usually she would be unnervingly
aware of her differences, to the point where it would drive her into her usual reserve of shy
murmurs and lack of eye-contact with anybody but her most dearest friends. but today indi
was so wound up in her own matters that she forgot to feel self-conscious when a few of her
classmates giggled rather obnoxiously about a summer romance of sorts. she didnt even
notice that they were near her as she mulled over the blank piece of parchment before her.
dear sam? to sam? hey? hi? her quill hovered feverishly over the parchment, the tip ready
to scratch some sort of acknowledgement to her friend, that is, if he was still her friend. but
despite the ache in her heart whenever her thoughts raced to those ocean blue eyes of his,
no matter how flustered she grew when she remembered how he had held her, and all the
love she was now sure she felt for him aside, if there was one thing that indianna didnt want
to happen in the aftermath of their beach side encounter, it was to lose sam. she couldnt,
she wouldnt, he was too wonderful for her to let go of. and even though she was sick with
jealously of his girlfriend, his perfect doll of a girlfriend, indi didnt want him to feel any pain,
shed make amends in their relationship herself if she had to. her trembling hand dropped
the quill onto the table and sought her tea instead, no longer hungry for the breakfast foods
that had been placed beckoningly before her. her mind kept at work as the hold beverage
scalded her tongue. what if he didnt want to speak to her again? what if he was mad with
her? or worse, heartbroken? the latin american girl frowned a deep and worrisome frown
and suddenly, she didnt think she could bear to write to him at all. drawing one last sip from
the steaming mug and indianna plopped it onto the table, alongside the discarded quill and
the abandoned breakfast. ay caray. she murmured in smooth spanish as she buried her
face into the dark refuge of her palms, hoping that audrey might turn up soon to make sense
of these ridiculous teenage hormones. things indianna had never had trouble with before.