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- OOC First Name
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- Cherry Wand 12 1/2 Inches Essence of Wood Rose
Anthony Nerice Kelly was feeling very sophisticated today. She was heavy with jewelry, and she was wearing a shirt with high heels. Without the heels she was six feet and eight inches, and now that she was strutting around in heels out her around seven feet tall. She looked like a giant to people passing by. She did not mind, and she did not care what people thought of her. Her feet were killing her because she was so used to wearing flat shoes. She was not used to being so high off the ground either, but she kept her pain hidden. She pushed her sunglasses up on her nose. She had found a small cafè in Brightstone Village that she liked. The place was not too popular or crowded. Anthony got irritated in crowded places. She was never a people person. After all the abuse she went through with muggles she looked down on everyone. She sat down at a table outside of the small shop. She took the Dily Prophet out from her purse, and she turned to the section with advertisements.
Anthony wanted to start being more independent. She was still relying on her father for money and shelter even though she moved out of the house. It made her feel weak and helpless. She was a woman, and she deserved to do things on her own. One day Chris would die, and she would not be able to rely on him anymore. She would have his fortune, but she did not want Chris to die anytime soon. He still had to tell her who her real parents were. As she ran her fingers over ads she admired her fresh manicure. She thought it was quite cute. The waitress came over. "Coffee. Black." she told the waitress before she was able to ask for her order. Anthony used her free hand to shoo the girl away. An ad for a roommate had caught her eye. This may have been her chance.
Anthony wanted to start being more independent. She was still relying on her father for money and shelter even though she moved out of the house. It made her feel weak and helpless. She was a woman, and she deserved to do things on her own. One day Chris would die, and she would not be able to rely on him anymore. She would have his fortune, but she did not want Chris to die anytime soon. He still had to tell her who her real parents were. As she ran her fingers over ads she admired her fresh manicure. She thought it was quite cute. The waitress came over. "Coffee. Black." she told the waitress before she was able to ask for her order. Anthony used her free hand to shoo the girl away. An ad for a roommate had caught her eye. This may have been her chance.