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- Rosethorn Wand 11" Essence of Dragons Blood
Five years... Five years and the biggest mistake of his life. As Ash Richards walked out of Broken Hill Correctional Centre, Australia, his belongings in a bag strapped over his shoulder, all he could think of was the mistakes he had made in his life. How had he let it all fall apart? That had been the question he had been asking himself for the past five years. He had lost control and imploded. Every waking second for the past one thousand, eight hundred and twenty five days that he had been locked away in the hell hole that was Sydney's finest correctional centre, he had had that single thought. That he had messed up and lost it all. As he walked down the street, he watched the countless faces of people passing him. Blurred faces he didnt recognise. He was in a place he hadnt really been before. Flashed of the scene from five years ago flashed through his head. He had been transferred 3 times during his stint in prison, and all that he had to be thankful for was that it was a muggle prison he had been locked up in, and not a wizard one. Walking down a side alley, he turned a corner, out of site of prying eyes. Kneeling down, he rummaged through his bag and found his packet of cigarettes. He wasnt even sure if they were still smokeable after all this time. He didnt care. Lighting one up, he sat back against the wall and drew in the sweet, yet cancerous nicotine and sighed to himself. Five years... What was he to do? He had completely lost everything in his life. He thought of his daughter briefly. She would be around about five by now. He had barely seen her, and he had lost five years of her life over a stupid mistake.
The images flashed into his head again. He was standing in Kida's house, yelling and shouting. Anger had flown through him at the sight of her new boyfriend. How could she have done that to him? How could she have just moved on like he had never existed? He had been so angry that he had apparated to the first place he had thought of. And for some reason, that place was Sydney, Australia. It made sense he had apparated here really. It was the closest country to New Zealand, and he had wanted to get away from her, but closer to alcohol. He had walked into the first bar he had found. Shotting five lots of bourbon upon arrival, he had then ordered two mixed drinks and thought of any way to get the thought of Kida out of his head. And that, of course, was women. Approaching a very attractive girl across the bar, he had offered to buy her a drink. By this point he was drunk and simply void of rational thought of any trace of emotion. Had he been, he might have noticed the girls boyfriend approaching him as he flirted openly with her. He might also have noticed the girls obvious disgust in him. He was a man too far gone to care. A fight had broken out between himself and the boyfriend, and before Ash knew it he was being arrested and tried for aggravated assault, drunk and disorderly, and resisting arrest. And after five years, Ash felt nothing but shame.
Flicking his now smoked cigarette across the allay, he reached through his bag again and withdrew his wand. The police had had no idea what the stick was, and figure it for a piece of wood that he had been carrying for some unknown reason. Smiling at it as he looked down, he thought about what he wanted to do. The image of his daughter, Scarlet, crossed his mind again. Closing his eyes, he smiled, and as he grabbed his bag, turned on the spot. With a rushing sensation and a slight feeling of nausea he opened his eyes, and there in front of him, was Kida's house. He stood across the road, buried in shadows. Following his leather jacket around him, he pulled the hood of his inner jacker over his head and leant against a wall, staring at the house. 'Now what?' He thought to himself.
The images flashed into his head again. He was standing in Kida's house, yelling and shouting. Anger had flown through him at the sight of her new boyfriend. How could she have done that to him? How could she have just moved on like he had never existed? He had been so angry that he had apparated to the first place he had thought of. And for some reason, that place was Sydney, Australia. It made sense he had apparated here really. It was the closest country to New Zealand, and he had wanted to get away from her, but closer to alcohol. He had walked into the first bar he had found. Shotting five lots of bourbon upon arrival, he had then ordered two mixed drinks and thought of any way to get the thought of Kida out of his head. And that, of course, was women. Approaching a very attractive girl across the bar, he had offered to buy her a drink. By this point he was drunk and simply void of rational thought of any trace of emotion. Had he been, he might have noticed the girls boyfriend approaching him as he flirted openly with her. He might also have noticed the girls obvious disgust in him. He was a man too far gone to care. A fight had broken out between himself and the boyfriend, and before Ash knew it he was being arrested and tried for aggravated assault, drunk and disorderly, and resisting arrest. And after five years, Ash felt nothing but shame.
Flicking his now smoked cigarette across the allay, he reached through his bag again and withdrew his wand. The police had had no idea what the stick was, and figure it for a piece of wood that he had been carrying for some unknown reason. Smiling at it as he looked down, he thought about what he wanted to do. The image of his daughter, Scarlet, crossed his mind again. Closing his eyes, he smiled, and as he grabbed his bag, turned on the spot. With a rushing sensation and a slight feeling of nausea he opened his eyes, and there in front of him, was Kida's house. He stood across the road, buried in shadows. Following his leather jacket around him, he pulled the hood of his inner jacker over his head and leant against a wall, staring at the house. 'Now what?' He thought to himself.