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- Holly Wand 11" Essence of Phoenix Feather
The chances of silence ever befalling the fifth year Potions class were slim to none. They came selectively and at certain times of the year when the professor decided herself cruel enough to spring a spontaneous quiz on them. Because once the groans and the protests had subsided into scowls upon the students faces, they buried their faces into that paper and scrawled their frantic hearts out. At least, that was what Indianna did. Books, academics, classes, papers; she excelled at it all, had a way with words sophisticated enough to twirl even the most rigid of professors, but it had never exactly tickled her fancy. Why their education could not be more entwined with self-expression and a creative flair had Indianna beat. She had heard often enough about muggle schools and the students that got to splash colours on a canvas all day long so they could count it towards their future and in all honesty was jealous to the bone. So this was where her wandering mind ventured to as she scripted her last answer well before the rest of the class. Well that and the boy she had met in Brightstone village last weekend. Sam, she smiled ever softly to herself as dainty fingers twisted in the tumbling tresses of her side ponytail. Even now she was yet to understand their instant friendship amongst those that seemed too busy to stop for so much as a breath and how he had so easily peeled back her shy exterior and opened those smiles right up. Where she had grown the nerve to ask him to teach her how to fly a broom was so far beyond Indianna that even scrunching her button nose up and squinting into the distance of her mind would not return her with an answer. But she already loved every minute she had spent with him and was so desperate for more in their quickly forming friendship. But, of course, he was half the world away, someplace warmer and probably dressed down in a t-shirt while she struggled to draw her trench coat tighter around her waist. And then, like the muggles with the future in their palette, Indi began to grow green with an affectionate envy at the sheer thought of him.
The trill of the bell burst through the silent classroom and it startled Indianna harder from her daydreaming then it probably did the others from their papers. With a soft blush reserved for herself at the inches she must have jumped from her seat, Indianna gathered together the parchment with one hand while the other bottled her quill and ink and tossed them into her woven shoulder bag. Glancing sideways at the table beside her, eyes of green and shimmering gold found Falcon and she grinned something beautiful at him; happy that school was over for the day, happy that a roaring fire would be waiting to greet them in minutes from now. Bundling her many books into her arms, only to struggle a little with the weight out them all, Indianna handed her quiz into the professor and spoke a soft thankyou before stepping out of the classroom. The hallway, all stone and cement, was not the least bit warmer and the raven-haired girl felt a lingering shudder course through her spine. Leaning herself up against the wall opposing the door, she watched her classmates pour out of the room, cursing in French, made an awkward rearrangement of her books and waited in the cold for Falcon to join her.
The trill of the bell burst through the silent classroom and it startled Indianna harder from her daydreaming then it probably did the others from their papers. With a soft blush reserved for herself at the inches she must have jumped from her seat, Indianna gathered together the parchment with one hand while the other bottled her quill and ink and tossed them into her woven shoulder bag. Glancing sideways at the table beside her, eyes of green and shimmering gold found Falcon and she grinned something beautiful at him; happy that school was over for the day, happy that a roaring fire would be waiting to greet them in minutes from now. Bundling her many books into her arms, only to struggle a little with the weight out them all, Indianna handed her quiz into the professor and spoke a soft thankyou before stepping out of the classroom. The hallway, all stone and cement, was not the least bit warmer and the raven-haired girl felt a lingering shudder course through her spine. Leaning herself up against the wall opposing the door, she watched her classmates pour out of the room, cursing in French, made an awkward rearrangement of her books and waited in the cold for Falcon to join her.