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- OOC First Name
- Claire
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- Wand
- Knotted 9 1/2 Inch Flexible Maple Wand with Fwooper Feather Core
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- 12/2027
Evening was falling, the bonfire was blazing, and the twilight sky was alight with magic. Brilliant colours leapt under the blue and collided like stars, scattering luminescent dust. Wheels whirled, chrysanthemums bloomed, comets rained in reverse. It was a breath-taking display; and when the last light burgeoned and faded, the applause was eruptive. Rudolf whistled over the noise. His mum and dad always put on a good show, but that might have been the best one yet, he thought, leaning down to kiss his daughter on the top of her head. Reuben would have loved to have seen it. The lights were always his favourite part.
Excited chatter resumed around the campfire. Rudolf popped into his tent to fetch some metal cups for tea and coffee. The children had their own table, well-stocked with fizzy drinks and cartons of juice; Thalia was in charge of distribution. Rudolf smiled. He remembered when he'd been small enough to join the queue. The annual camping trip had been full of wonder, then. It still was, but in a different, more subdued sort of way. He appreciated now not only the food and the drinks and the games, but the opportunity to spend time with his loved ones. That was such a precious thing. He'd secretly vowed to keep the trips going even after his parents were unable. Future generations of Lagowskis - and Laytons - deserved this.
There was talk of a quidditch game. The suggestion travelled quickly around the fire, met with little resistance. Yes, it was dark, but they could illuminate the quidditch set. Yellow for the snitch. Red for quaffle. Blue for bludgers. The hoops, too, could be lit up, and the moon was full and bright enough by which to see the players. Everybody turned to Rudolf. He seemed to be the authority. "All right," he said, grinning. "Who's on the team?"
Excited chatter resumed around the campfire. Rudolf popped into his tent to fetch some metal cups for tea and coffee. The children had their own table, well-stocked with fizzy drinks and cartons of juice; Thalia was in charge of distribution. Rudolf smiled. He remembered when he'd been small enough to join the queue. The annual camping trip had been full of wonder, then. It still was, but in a different, more subdued sort of way. He appreciated now not only the food and the drinks and the games, but the opportunity to spend time with his loved ones. That was such a precious thing. He'd secretly vowed to keep the trips going even after his parents were unable. Future generations of Lagowskis - and Laytons - deserved this.
There was talk of a quidditch game. The suggestion travelled quickly around the fire, met with little resistance. Yes, it was dark, but they could illuminate the quidditch set. Yellow for the snitch. Red for quaffle. Blue for bludgers. The hoops, too, could be lit up, and the moon was full and bright enough by which to see the players. Everybody turned to Rudolf. He seemed to be the authority. "All right," he said, grinning. "Who's on the team?"
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