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- Alder Wand 13 3/4" Essence of Dragon Heartstring
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- 4/2013 (34)
Elijah had been in New Zealand close to two weeks, and he'd been in roughly the same place for that long too. Just in the muggle town outside of the magical one. Elijah Tine hadn't ever spent this much time in one place other than his home in about three years. He'd been constantly moving from place to place, first when he'd playing with the first small band he'd toured with, then on his own, then in America, and a number of other places. He lived in L.A., but it wasn't like he was actually there very often. He hadn't gotten much time to enjoy his old apartment, and he didn't get much time in his new home. This had only meant to be a trip that last at most a week, but Elijah had persuaded his label to let him stay a little longer. He'd been joined by Kynleigh who hadn't joined him in the beginning, but was now staying with him in New Zealand, from what he knew she was visiting old friends. Where, he was visiting old haunts. Places he used to go. Elijah didn't know where any of his old friends would be. Which had brought him back the wizarding part of New Zealand. He'd been careful, posting pictures and stuff to appease the fans who were always wanting to know what he was doing and where he was. He could never quite get used to the fact that people really liked his music, but, they did. He had a solid fan base, which was constantly growing. He had just finished off his new album, and people were eager to hear it, but all this muggle attention meant that his magical side was something he could rarely do. Only in the comfort of his home, which people very rarely knew. Only the friends they'd made knew where it was, and they weren't allowed to tell anyone. It was hard, and Elijah was glad for this little holiday they were now having. It was just good. He'd rarely been able to relax so much, and the fact that wizards hardly knew who he was was pretty good. He could enjoy magic, and that part of his old life, while still sticking with what he was now doing. Eli was finally understanding the meaning of the best of two worlds. This was the only place he could really enjoy that. It didn't however mean that they'd be moving any time soon. He had too much going on in L.A. to be able to do such a thing.
Stepping by all his old haunts had really brought back the love that Elijah had for music. He still loved it, but seeing as it was his job, he'd sort of forgotten what he'd always loved about it. He no longer spent entire nights just playing his guitar, well, he really didn't do that as often. He didn't miss the days he played to himself, but he'd come up with some of his best songs alone in the hufflepuff dorm. He was a little annoyed that he'd never graduated from the school, but he'd had an opportunity and he hadn't been interested in those NEWTs, the logical decision had been obvious to him. Elijah had finished up visiting all the old places, and had a day to kill. He was carrying his guitar with him, which was something he had really stopped doing. But, it was just the sort of day when he felt like playing his guitar somewhere quiet. This turned out to led him the the outskirts of Obsidian Harbour. It was nicely warm, though not as warm as what he was more used to. Elijah was dressed casually, jeans, t-shirt and jumper. Simple. He was growing out his hair again, just ever so slightly. It was an unruly mess, and he had a small amount of stubble. He looked more scruffy than he usually did. He was on holiday, even he was allowed to. But, he resembled his younger self more like this. Even with the stubble. Eli sat himself down on a bench, placing the guitar case with his guitar inside it at his feet. He pulled out his guitar from the case and placed it on his lap. It was his old guitar. The only he'd taken to school, even though it had at the time been too big for his small hands. It was old and worn. It had markings, scratches and a couple of dents. It wasn't the one that Elijah used to preform, he had better guitars for that, but this was his old guitar, the one he'd learned on. The one he'd fallen in love with music with. His guitar. He leaned in, as he tuned it. It took a little longer than normal, since he hadn't used it in so long. Elijah wasn't interested in singing. Instead he just kept his eyes down at his fingers watching as he played one of the melodies of his new song. He was happy, this made him happy. He was perfectly content with his life, but every so often, he just needed this.
Stepping by all his old haunts had really brought back the love that Elijah had for music. He still loved it, but seeing as it was his job, he'd sort of forgotten what he'd always loved about it. He no longer spent entire nights just playing his guitar, well, he really didn't do that as often. He didn't miss the days he played to himself, but he'd come up with some of his best songs alone in the hufflepuff dorm. He was a little annoyed that he'd never graduated from the school, but he'd had an opportunity and he hadn't been interested in those NEWTs, the logical decision had been obvious to him. Elijah had finished up visiting all the old places, and had a day to kill. He was carrying his guitar with him, which was something he had really stopped doing. But, it was just the sort of day when he felt like playing his guitar somewhere quiet. This turned out to led him the the outskirts of Obsidian Harbour. It was nicely warm, though not as warm as what he was more used to. Elijah was dressed casually, jeans, t-shirt and jumper. Simple. He was growing out his hair again, just ever so slightly. It was an unruly mess, and he had a small amount of stubble. He looked more scruffy than he usually did. He was on holiday, even he was allowed to. But, he resembled his younger self more like this. Even with the stubble. Eli sat himself down on a bench, placing the guitar case with his guitar inside it at his feet. He pulled out his guitar from the case and placed it on his lap. It was his old guitar. The only he'd taken to school, even though it had at the time been too big for his small hands. It was old and worn. It had markings, scratches and a couple of dents. It wasn't the one that Elijah used to preform, he had better guitars for that, but this was his old guitar, the one he'd learned on. The one he'd fallen in love with music with. His guitar. He leaned in, as he tuned it. It took a little longer than normal, since he hadn't used it in so long. Elijah wasn't interested in singing. Instead he just kept his eyes down at his fingers watching as he played one of the melodies of his new song. He was happy, this made him happy. He was perfectly content with his life, but every so often, he just needed this.