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- Cherry Wand, 12 1/2", Essence of Wood Rose
Classes had started a few days earlier, and Max was very much enjoying them. It wasn't too different to his last school, but simply the change of scenery had caused his focus in class to be reignited. Despite his enthusiasm for school, Max still of course welcomed a break, and was rather pleased that it was now the weekend. Waking up late in the morning, he shivered at the cold, and spent quite a while being lazy around his dormitory. Some time later, he forced himself to get dressed, and left the room to check out parts of the castle that he hadn't yet found. Although the school and buildings were very similar to Hogwarts Scotland, and therefore didn't surprise him much, Max still liked looking around, trying to find secret passages and portrait tunnels.
After lunch, Max decided to chill out by the lake for a few hours. The morning Winter cold had subsided, and given way to midday sunshine, so he unzipped his hoodie and began the trek across the grounds. Reaching the lake, Max glanced around, looking for a suitable place to sit and read. Unfortunately, many of the best spots had been taken by various groups of friends and couples. The Ravenclaw was a bit envious of them, as he'd been so focused on settling into school academically, that he hadn't really had the chance to make many friends. Max didn't dwell on it though, as he had three years to talk to people, and it wasn't a big deal to him.
After looking for only a few moments, he spotted a big willow tree by the water's edge. Max strode over to it, and dropped his bag beneath. The tree was rather plain, yet seemed to have a mildly dark, sad vibe to it. Quite similar to Max himself, actually. He supposed that was why the trees were called Weeping Willows, and thought nothing of its eerie similarity to him. Sitting himself down with his back against the trunk, Max pulled two books out of his bag and rested them next to him. They were both extremely battered and worn, showing signs of having been read numerous times. Max picked up the top book from the small pile. He breathed out - more from neutrality than boredom or tiredness - and began to once again read the story that he had so many times before.
After lunch, Max decided to chill out by the lake for a few hours. The morning Winter cold had subsided, and given way to midday sunshine, so he unzipped his hoodie and began the trek across the grounds. Reaching the lake, Max glanced around, looking for a suitable place to sit and read. Unfortunately, many of the best spots had been taken by various groups of friends and couples. The Ravenclaw was a bit envious of them, as he'd been so focused on settling into school academically, that he hadn't really had the chance to make many friends. Max didn't dwell on it though, as he had three years to talk to people, and it wasn't a big deal to him.
After looking for only a few moments, he spotted a big willow tree by the water's edge. Max strode over to it, and dropped his bag beneath. The tree was rather plain, yet seemed to have a mildly dark, sad vibe to it. Quite similar to Max himself, actually. He supposed that was why the trees were called Weeping Willows, and thought nothing of its eerie similarity to him. Sitting himself down with his back against the trunk, Max pulled two books out of his bag and rested them next to him. They were both extremely battered and worn, showing signs of having been read numerous times. Max picked up the top book from the small pile. He breathed out - more from neutrality than boredom or tiredness - and began to once again read the story that he had so many times before.