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- Birch wand 14" 1/4 Essence of Dragonstone
The first year Hufflepuff propped her head on her hand as she silently sketched in the grass. She was drawing a roses curled around a heart. The heart had no purpose, but it was something that she felt looked good with roses. Oblivious to her surroundings, she started to hum a soft tune. The tune was one her mother had sung to her when she was little, and it brought back the good memories she had of her mother. Sighing, she finished her drawing. The heart was lopsided, but at that point, she didn't care. The rose was shaped perfectly with little water droplets draped across it's petals.
Sitting up, she stretched her back and arms, and then resumed her place drawing. Turning the page, she started to doodle. She didn't know what she was drawing, but she knew it would become something.
Sitting up, she stretched her back and arms, and then resumed her place drawing. Turning the page, she started to doodle. She didn't know what she was drawing, but she knew it would become something.