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- OOC First Name
- Kaye
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- Half Blood
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- Heterosexual
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- Curly 10 Inch Flexible Laurel Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
- Age
- 14/05/2040
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Estella was beginning to become frustrated. She had worked so well in the holidays making flower crowns, but now that she was at Hogwarts, she couldn’t do it anymore. It was like all knowledge of making flower crowns had completely disappeared. She wanted to make one that would match her robes, but none of the coloured flowers that she had found in the grounds were working. It needed to be yellow to match her tie, but it also needed another colour, and Estella just couldn’t find the right one. There were no black flowers and she didn’t think any other colour matched enough. She tried green to give it an earthy feel, pink as that usually worked well with yellow and it was her favourite colour, and even orange as that was a warm colour just like yellow was, but nothing was looking any good to her. The girl sat on the grass near the edge of the lake, her eyes watering as she attempted to make another flower crown that was just not looking too good. It had bits sticking out and Estella could barely see what she was doing with the tears in her eyes. Annoyed, she threw her half-made flower crown into the lake, watching as it floated away in front of her.
Estella was beginning to become frustrated. She had worked so well in the holidays making flower crowns, but now that she was at Hogwarts, she couldn’t do it anymore. It was like all knowledge of making flower crowns had completely disappeared. She wanted to make one that would match her robes, but none of the coloured flowers that she had found in the grounds were working. It needed to be yellow to match her tie, but it also needed another colour, and Estella just couldn’t find the right one. There were no black flowers and she didn’t think any other colour matched enough. She tried green to give it an earthy feel, pink as that usually worked well with yellow and it was her favourite colour, and even orange as that was a warm colour just like yellow was, but nothing was looking any good to her. The girl sat on the grass near the edge of the lake, her eyes watering as she attempted to make another flower crown that was just not looking too good. It had bits sticking out and Estella could barely see what she was doing with the tears in her eyes. Annoyed, she threw her half-made flower crown into the lake, watching as it floated away in front of her.