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- Holly Wand 15" Essence of Phoenix Feather
Kasey smiled to herself upon seeing her reflection in the mirror. She was dressed in a mini-skirt, black in color and a white top together with some matching accessories and black high heels. She didn't know where she was going to head on this Sunday but she simply wanted to relax for a while, sit in shade and enjoy some nature.
Climbing down the staircase as she chewed her favorite flavor of bubble gum she greeted all the familiar faces on the way. She was in a nice mood after days and what had caused this change she did not know and did not care. She remembered her last Sunday had been spent in the Three Broomsticks with a new guy she had met named Jay who was from Dumstrang. She remembered most of their meeting but the last part she couldn't recall as she was having great amounts of butterbeer that day.
However, she knew that the guy was a cool dude with a nice attitude. What more did one want in a friend and his smile had been simply mesmerizing to her. She remembered to have asked her if he could write to her and she had agreed. Thinking about owling him this evening she realized her feet had brought her to the great lawn.
It was so shady here with the huge trees the Wild Patch club had planted a few years back, all grown to be large trees with fruits and flowers. Seating on a bench she admired her favorite insect, the butterfly that was sucking nectar from a yellow sunflower.
Climbing down the staircase as she chewed her favorite flavor of bubble gum she greeted all the familiar faces on the way. She was in a nice mood after days and what had caused this change she did not know and did not care. She remembered her last Sunday had been spent in the Three Broomsticks with a new guy she had met named Jay who was from Dumstrang. She remembered most of their meeting but the last part she couldn't recall as she was having great amounts of butterbeer that day.
However, she knew that the guy was a cool dude with a nice attitude. What more did one want in a friend and his smile had been simply mesmerizing to her. She remembered to have asked her if he could write to her and she had agreed. Thinking about owling him this evening she realized her feet had brought her to the great lawn.
It was so shady here with the huge trees the Wild Patch club had planted a few years back, all grown to be large trees with fruits and flowers. Seating on a bench she admired her favorite insect, the butterfly that was sucking nectar from a yellow sunflower.