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- 13" Oak with a Core of Unicorn Hair and One Cornflower Petal
Yet again, Zavier had gotten away to Brightstone in time to see all of the Hogwarts New Zealand students to be out. Hands in his pockets, he strolled up the cobbled street, finding the weather remarkably warm compared to that at Durmstrang. His hair was messy, as usual, and it blew around a bit in the wind. Zavier felt his wallet in his pocket, but was saving his galleons until he saw her, Libby. Craning his neck slightly over the sea of students, his eyes came to rest on a familiar face. Zavier smiled cheekily and turned off in the other direction, wondering if she would follow. Coming to an abrupt halt and sitting on a bench outside his favorite store, Zavier pretended to be interested in a rip in the knee of his jeans, catching a glimpse of a figure escaping the crowds and coming along behind him. The suspence was all to much, and Zavier let out a small laugh. "Nice to see you again then," he grinned, looking up and shielding his face from the weak Autumn sun with his hand.