- Messages
- 129
- Wand
- Butternut Wood, 13" Essence of Crup Hair
It was March and that could only mean one thing;
Dakota sat at the Ravenclaw table, a smile pasted across her face.
It was the seventeenth of March and her 14th birthday.
She had received a book on Arithmancy from her mother.
As peculiar as most non-Ravenclaws found it, Dakota thought this the best present yet;
Knowledge.
She tucked into a plate of fried eggs, fried potatoes and beans.
The beans weren't fried.
Dakota giggled at this thought. Her head was a very interesting place.
She smiled to the other Ravenclaws.
"Nice day, isn't it?"
Dakota sat at the Ravenclaw table, a smile pasted across her face.
It was the seventeenth of March and her 14th birthday.
She had received a book on Arithmancy from her mother.
As peculiar as most non-Ravenclaws found it, Dakota thought this the best present yet;
Knowledge.
She tucked into a plate of fried eggs, fried potatoes and beans.
The beans weren't fried.
Dakota giggled at this thought. Her head was a very interesting place.
She smiled to the other Ravenclaws.
"Nice day, isn't it?"