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- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4" Essence of Silver Thistle
The Slytherin drifted into the Hospital Wing airily, seeming to glide across the floors, his robes rustling slightly as he moved. Pale gray orbs flickered from side to side, watching the relatively small room; in his hands was Taylor Mercer, injured during her Quidditch Match. No one really knew what went on in the head of Henric Lee, no one but himself - and perhaps, sometimes, even he didn't know what he was doing. Striding gracefully across the room, he laid her prone figure down on the bed and settled into a seat beside her while waiting for Medical Staff to arrive. Still dressed in his long Quidditch robes of emerald green, with his windswept hair, he looked like a Warlock that had just come from some fierce Wizarding duel.