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- Oak 14 3/4" Essence of Raven Feather
Mima slowly brought her head to the ground, letting her brown hair fan out on the grass around her. Her arm stretched out, fingers grazing along blades of grass, as she looked up towards the clouded sky. She'd never been an outdoors sort of person - indeed, she wasn't allowed out much - but sometimes, she had to admit, it was nice to have some fresh air. She had nothing against being outside, really, and she liked to look at flowers (hated planting them, but that was a different story).
She recalled afternoons in the garden, when the housekeeper would bake biscuits and allow her to take some of her dolls in to the garden, so she could sit at the tea table and view the roses with her dolls, having a tea party of sorts. Her childhood had been, she knew, incredibly lonely, in terms of interactions with other children. Still, she'd always had her dolls, not to mention the portraits, and the ghosts, and her own mind. She'd never really been bored. Just lonely.
And now, looking at the rosebush, she felt lonelier than ever. She sighed and her eyes gently closed. She thought of home, and how, despite Hogwarts being the educational haven that it was, how much she missed it.
She recalled afternoons in the garden, when the housekeeper would bake biscuits and allow her to take some of her dolls in to the garden, so she could sit at the tea table and view the roses with her dolls, having a tea party of sorts. Her childhood had been, she knew, incredibly lonely, in terms of interactions with other children. Still, she'd always had her dolls, not to mention the portraits, and the ghosts, and her own mind. She'd never really been bored. Just lonely.
And now, looking at the rosebush, she felt lonelier than ever. She sighed and her eyes gently closed. She thought of home, and how, despite Hogwarts being the educational haven that it was, how much she missed it.