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- OOC First Name
- Ana
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Straight 12.5'' Flexible Larch Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
- Age
- 22
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The Great Hall had always been one of Harper's favorite places to study. It was the prettiest room in the castle, the enchanted ceiling allowing plenty of natural light. In the winter, when studying outside could be painful, the Great Hall was the next best thing. Plus there was always something going on if she needed a break. Harper had many pleasant memories of striking up impromptu conversations with passing friends in between homework assignments.
Today Harper was hoping to get some work done before she inevitably got distracted, so she chose a seat at the Slytherin table, thinking it was less likely she'd run into a friend there. Though the lunch rush was over and the tables had been mostly cleared, she could still hear raucous laughter from the Gryffindor table. As she started to spread her notebook, some pens, and a third year Herbology textbook in the space in front of her, her hand brushed against a forgotten copy of that day's Daily Prophet. She hadn't had a chance to read it that morning, and she paused to unfold the paper and skim the front page. Most of the headlines were fairly standard stuff, but one crammed near the bottom caused her to frown. "Philanthropist announces fund for private school excluding muggleborns." "That's absurd," she blurted, already moving the paper closer so she could get a better look.
The Great Hall had always been one of Harper's favorite places to study. It was the prettiest room in the castle, the enchanted ceiling allowing plenty of natural light. In the winter, when studying outside could be painful, the Great Hall was the next best thing. Plus there was always something going on if she needed a break. Harper had many pleasant memories of striking up impromptu conversations with passing friends in between homework assignments.
Today Harper was hoping to get some work done before she inevitably got distracted, so she chose a seat at the Slytherin table, thinking it was less likely she'd run into a friend there. Though the lunch rush was over and the tables had been mostly cleared, she could still hear raucous laughter from the Gryffindor table. As she started to spread her notebook, some pens, and a third year Herbology textbook in the space in front of her, her hand brushed against a forgotten copy of that day's Daily Prophet. She hadn't had a chance to read it that morning, and she paused to unfold the paper and skim the front page. Most of the headlines were fairly standard stuff, but one crammed near the bottom caused her to frown. "Philanthropist announces fund for private school excluding muggleborns." "That's absurd," she blurted, already moving the paper closer so she could get a better look.