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- Kingwood 11 1/2 with Essence of Thestral Tail Hair
The streets of the magical section in New Zealand. Well one. It was odd, for Bowie to be walking these streets. He had for quite some time, just been traveling. Going between countries like he was walking on air. Never staying more than a week in any given area. But, then he had returned, and a lot of things needed to be done. Even though Bo is still young, with his entire life a head of him, he knew he needed to start making decisions as to where he was going to work. The ministry seemed like a good place, but he wasn't sure if he had the correct grades, he hadn't been very studious at school. He'd much preferred messing around with friends and doing adventurous stuff, that more often than not had landed him in trouble. Obviously he couldn't actually tell any of his family, His parents at least, how many detensions he'd gotten over the seven years he'd been at the school. It was clear to him, that him messing around had lead to his grades being worse than he'd originally hoped they'd be. He had always thought himself as fairly smart and while he had done fairly well, it was clear that there needed to be some form of improvement. He needed to now, show he was capable of working and able to hold down a job. His university degree would not be much use to him, in the wizarding world, but it did at least show he was determind to work to achieve something. A factor which he hoped possible future employers would take into account. If they didn't it would be fine, but, still, he knew if he'd done better, his mind wouldn't be so worried. Being home, was however something that made Bowie smile. He missed the place, if he was honest. As much as he had enjoyed himself, being home, in New Zealand was also something he liked. It made it easier for him to enjoy himself, and he found he wasn't constantly worry about if he was or wasn't going to have a proper place to sleep at night. There were now less odd worries in his brain. And it did mean he could start making friends with people. He knew he would see again. It was odd thinking of his last year as one, where he met lots of people, and knew he'd probably never ever see them again. It was just the way things were for the blue eyed man. he didn't know why he had actually gone away for the year. He's curious and adventurous nature had lead him on many roads through the different countries and continents. It had been great and he had amazing memories, but it had not help him decide what he was to do with his life. In fact it made him less certain. But, he was sure, it would come to him soon. That eventually he would figure it out and he would be the best that he could be in whatever he eventually picked. He just knew that it would not only be the best option for him, but it would be the most interest option on offer.
As he wondered down the streets he became aware of how little things had changed. how everything seemed almost exactly the same as the last time he had been their. It was easy for a place like that to stay exactly the same, but it was also possible for him to retrace his last steps there over a year before. It was simple, and he was excited because of it. it would always be that way for him. He would always be excited for whatever there was offered to him. And he knew that since nothing had changed readjusting would be as simple as counting to four. Which was for some, under the age of four difficult. But, here he was walking down the street, counting to four. The streets were busy and he couldn't wait to see a few of his old friends, it would be amazing to see the old faces of those he knew. A smile was clear upon the Hogwarts Graduate. He was glad to be back, despite not knowing what would be next for him.
<i></i>As he wondered down the streets he became aware of how little things had changed. how everything seemed almost exactly the same as the last time he had been their. It was easy for a place like that to stay exactly the same, but it was also possible for him to retrace his last steps there over a year before. It was simple, and he was excited because of it. it would always be that way for him. He would always be excited for whatever there was offered to him. And he knew that since nothing had changed readjusting would be as simple as counting to four. Which was for some, under the age of four difficult. But, here he was walking down the street, counting to four. The streets were busy and he couldn't wait to see a few of his old friends, it would be amazing to see the old faces of those he knew. A smile was clear upon the Hogwarts Graduate. He was glad to be back, despite not knowing what would be next for him.