- Messages
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- Wand
- Rosewood Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Hair from the mane of a Unicorn
Blair stretched and felt her back crack as she left the Gryffindor Common Room, mentally exhausted. She hated studying and homework.
She left the castle and started wandering aimlessly, her footsteps leading her on. It was a beautiful day outside - crystal blue sky with spots of clouds and a sun dying to pour its light upon her. Everything seemed to be in vibrant colors today; the trees were like emeralds, the lake like a dark sapphire. As she spotted, she realized that was where her feet were taking her, and she leaned against a tree next to the lake, taking in the scenery. It really was pretty today. Despite her mental state, her body wanted to move, to do something. She had been sitting in that chair for far too long.
She glanced at the tree she was leaning against, considering. Then, quite suddenly, she grabbed hold of the lowest branch and used momentum and gravity to swing herself up. From there, she continued climbing high. She received several scrapes on her arms and legs, and one near her elbow sent a trickle of blood to the grass below. Still, she was pleased with herself. She had reached one of the highest spots in the tree and was invisible to all passersby - why did nobody ever look up?
She left the castle and started wandering aimlessly, her footsteps leading her on. It was a beautiful day outside - crystal blue sky with spots of clouds and a sun dying to pour its light upon her. Everything seemed to be in vibrant colors today; the trees were like emeralds, the lake like a dark sapphire. As she spotted, she realized that was where her feet were taking her, and she leaned against a tree next to the lake, taking in the scenery. It really was pretty today. Despite her mental state, her body wanted to move, to do something. She had been sitting in that chair for far too long.
She glanced at the tree she was leaning against, considering. Then, quite suddenly, she grabbed hold of the lowest branch and used momentum and gravity to swing herself up. From there, she continued climbing high. She received several scrapes on her arms and legs, and one near her elbow sent a trickle of blood to the grass below. Still, she was pleased with herself. She had reached one of the highest spots in the tree and was invisible to all passersby - why did nobody ever look up?