Angela Marion
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- OOC First Name
- Cole
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- Ash Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Hair from the Tail of a Male Unicorn
- Age
- 6/2016
Sometimes, Angela could be human. if she was to see a tiny first year crying, it would definitely make her be a little bit kinder to people. She loved it when children could bring out the mothering instinct in her. And apparently, she had just concluded, she had a mothering instinct. Lately, little by little, she had been becoming more human. Well, as human as a witch could get. She was sure there would be a term for a normal witch someday, other then witchy. They just hadn't come up with it yet. She smiled and walked down the hallways, trying to look less scary. Lately her first year had been flashing back to her, how scared she always was, and how everyone, save a few people, had helped her out and kept her going toward a good student.
What happened to those people? Angela missed her friends. She had a picture book, the year book pictures were in there. Demelza, a hufflepuff; they had been good friends. What would Demmy say if she could see how Angela had been lately? No one could really know. Angela had been very lost in thought. She skimmed shoulders with someone, which brought her back. "I'm sorry." She said kindly to a girl. She needed to swallow her pride and be nice.
What happened to those people? Angela missed her friends. She had a picture book, the year book pictures were in there. Demelza, a hufflepuff; they had been good friends. What would Demmy say if she could see how Angela had been lately? No one could really know. Angela had been very lost in thought. She skimmed shoulders with someone, which brought her back. "I'm sorry." She said kindly to a girl. She needed to swallow her pride and be nice.