- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Linda
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- Birch Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Dragonstone
The bleak winter weather should have had her firmly installed by the fireside, engrossed in the Quibbler in peace and quiet but her mothers frantic burrowing about the new house was quite frankly driving Zura insane. She had effectively grown up here in New Zealand until the age of five when her parents had decided to sell up and move to a whole new way of life and country. The country of choice had been Finland and considering none of them could speak the language had met with some hilarious situations very early on. It was not until she had turned eleven that she had discovered her father had been fired from his position as editor from the Prophet but as many years had since passed she was glad it had been. Their life in Finland though cold and bracing was pleasant. She made a handful of friends, a tight knit circle of them and all of whom subsequently attended Durmstrang with her.
But life had a way of throwing hillocks in the way of a rolling stone and their ideal life soon came to a crashing end. Her father passed away and eventually her mother began speaking of returning to New Zealand where they had family at least. Family which consisted of an aunt who seemed insane and an uncle who simply looked insane. Zura was not happy about this turn of events at all but at least her mother had decided to wait until after her OWLs before they moved. Now so it was after doing relatively alright on the exams she had to bid farewell to her beloved friends and move with her mother and brother to New Zealand.
They now lived just on the outskirts of a small village called Brightstone, her mother had managed to find a job working at one of the local restaurants while she continued her own minor journalistic career late at night. Her mother had been a freelance journalist with the quibbler for years now and after discovering the reason for her families move from New Zealand to begin with, The Quibbler was now Zura's paper of choice.
Well used to the cold she wore merely a jumper, a pair of jeans, a bobbled hat and a scarf with matching gloves. Warm snow boots on her feet and a body warmer. She preferred dressing in muggle clothing for the cold weather there was definitely more variation in her view. Sitting now on a park bench that had been previously warmed by a rather rotund gentleman, Amzurah began to read her copy of the Quibbler.
But life had a way of throwing hillocks in the way of a rolling stone and their ideal life soon came to a crashing end. Her father passed away and eventually her mother began speaking of returning to New Zealand where they had family at least. Family which consisted of an aunt who seemed insane and an uncle who simply looked insane. Zura was not happy about this turn of events at all but at least her mother had decided to wait until after her OWLs before they moved. Now so it was after doing relatively alright on the exams she had to bid farewell to her beloved friends and move with her mother and brother to New Zealand.
They now lived just on the outskirts of a small village called Brightstone, her mother had managed to find a job working at one of the local restaurants while she continued her own minor journalistic career late at night. Her mother had been a freelance journalist with the quibbler for years now and after discovering the reason for her families move from New Zealand to begin with, The Quibbler was now Zura's paper of choice.
Well used to the cold she wore merely a jumper, a pair of jeans, a bobbled hat and a scarf with matching gloves. Warm snow boots on her feet and a body warmer. She preferred dressing in muggle clothing for the cold weather there was definitely more variation in her view. Sitting now on a park bench that had been previously warmed by a rather rotund gentleman, Amzurah began to read her copy of the Quibbler.