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- Yew Wand 13 1/2" Essence of Phoenix Feather.
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- 5/2010
Joceline had been studying in her dorm room, though she really didn't need to, when she got frustrated and bored with reading things she already knew by heart. She packed away her thing and walked out of the Slytherin house and the dungeons as fast as she could, she didn't need to fall on her head a few days away from exams, that would be just horrid.
She let out a small sigh as she reached the fourth floor, she didn't have much else to do so she walked into the library, but like most of the people in the library she was confident in herself, and the fact that she did not need to study to do well on her exams, she was good at this, it was common knowledge and easy for her.
She sat at the back of an isle of books as the tables were all full of stressed out students, mainly Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. She took out a French novel she had in her large pocket called Le livre du rire et de l'oubli by Milan Kundera. She opened the book to the page where a small black book mark was held, she hadn't read far, and began reading. << Il n'y a pas de pop ici? >> Non, il n'y avait pas de pop. Ne trouvant pas d'autre issue, il avait fini par se resigner a mettre sur le pick-up une suite pour piano de Bach. She smiled at the words she read, she loved this novel very much, which made her feel like a small fool, but she continued on reading.
dumb starting post sorry Gwin
She let out a small sigh as she reached the fourth floor, she didn't have much else to do so she walked into the library, but like most of the people in the library she was confident in herself, and the fact that she did not need to study to do well on her exams, she was good at this, it was common knowledge and easy for her.
She sat at the back of an isle of books as the tables were all full of stressed out students, mainly Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. She took out a French novel she had in her large pocket called Le livre du rire et de l'oubli by Milan Kundera. She opened the book to the page where a small black book mark was held, she hadn't read far, and began reading. << Il n'y a pas de pop ici? >> Non, il n'y avait pas de pop. Ne trouvant pas d'autre issue, il avait fini par se resigner a mettre sur le pick-up une suite pour piano de Bach. She smiled at the words she read, she loved this novel very much, which made her feel like a small fool, but she continued on reading.
dumb starting post sorry Gwin