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- Rosewood Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Hair from the mane of a Unicorn
It was quite early, or late-depends on how you look at things- and Amarante was walking the corridors alone and in eerie silence. An ominous feeling washed over her as she walked through the dungeons, she didn't care for them much at this hour, it was a little under three in the morning. As she left the dungeons she felt a sigh of relief exit her, then she smiled genuinely at the fact that no one else was around, the castle was in it's silent slumber, quite different to the day, she enjoyed it more this way or she thought that she would enjoy it, she was still having trouble figuring out what she was feeling about this situation her culture and family placed her in. Now that she was free of that land should she through away her facade as her twin sister had? Or should she keep it and distance herself from people?
Amarante wanted nothing more then to ask Henric his opinion on this situation, as it would give her hers, giving her the answer she wanted or needed, either or, she would have an answer. She would ask Arnold but he would not understand, and Amarante knew this for a fact, actually most people in the European world didn't understand, she couldn't blame them either, she hardly understood all of this and she lived it. Someone she had met recently also gave her something to think about it. It was very interesting and a little dark for normal people's liking, but Amarante knew for a fact that she was not normal, her family was not normal, and would never be normal-at least not in New Zealand.
Amarante soon found herself on the Second Floor Corridor, or she could only assume it was this. She saw two offices as she passed and nervously ducked under the windows in case the Professor's saw her or were even in there, which would be quite surprising.
Amarante wanted nothing more then to ask Henric his opinion on this situation, as it would give her hers, giving her the answer she wanted or needed, either or, she would have an answer. She would ask Arnold but he would not understand, and Amarante knew this for a fact, actually most people in the European world didn't understand, she couldn't blame them either, she hardly understood all of this and she lived it. Someone she had met recently also gave her something to think about it. It was very interesting and a little dark for normal people's liking, but Amarante knew for a fact that she was not normal, her family was not normal, and would never be normal-at least not in New Zealand.
Amarante soon found herself on the Second Floor Corridor, or she could only assume it was this. She saw two offices as she passed and nervously ducked under the windows in case the Professor's saw her or were even in there, which would be quite surprising.