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- Wand
- Straight 15 1/2 Inch Rigid Reed Wand with Thestral Tail Hair Core
Vicxen Dodge woke up early and refreshed. She had been so excited because she was in the second semester of her sixth year. Then she would be out of school, and she would be away in New Zealand with her brother. Viccy got up, and she put on some jogging clothes and headed out to the school grounds. Then her daily routine comenced. She jogged and did her stretching with very short breaks for a sip of some VitaminWater. After Vicxen felt she was gross and sweaty enough to stop she went back to her dorm, and she got cleaned up. She woke up earlier than usual, so she got dressed into her uniform. Viccy thought that the blue uniforms went terrible with her complextion. She would have very much preffered the uniforms at Hogwarts New Zealand. Black went with everything, but Vicxen did not like the house set up at Hogwarts New Zealand. The house rivalries were stupid, and there were already enough problems at school without different house. She saw it as a invitation for bullies to find easier prey.
Vicxen started to roam the fifth corridor. There was not much to see really. There were very few students really. For how much she walked the halls she could have been made a prefect, but she never understood how she had not. She was well behaved, she kept personal issuses at home, she made good grades, she had never done anything looked down upon, and she was good to the younger grades and with people the general. It was probably because that Durmstrang boy had been following her around like a puppy. He had a reputation from skipping classes, disrespectful behavior, and probably much more that Vicxen had not clue about. She plopped herself down on a bench. Why was a bad boy like Bobby Sanchez interested in such a good girl like her? Vicxen crossed her right leg over her left. This had her thinking.
Vicxen started to roam the fifth corridor. There was not much to see really. There were very few students really. For how much she walked the halls she could have been made a prefect, but she never understood how she had not. She was well behaved, she kept personal issuses at home, she made good grades, she had never done anything looked down upon, and she was good to the younger grades and with people the general. It was probably because that Durmstrang boy had been following her around like a puppy. He had a reputation from skipping classes, disrespectful behavior, and probably much more that Vicxen had not clue about. She plopped herself down on a bench. Why was a bad boy like Bobby Sanchez interested in such a good girl like her? Vicxen crossed her right leg over her left. This had her thinking.