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- Ash Wand, 14 1/4", Essence of Hair from the Tail of a Male Unicorn
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- 1/2009 (44)
Isabella was going back and forth in her house, yelling out orders and fussing over things she shouldn't be fussing about, but was only doing so out of nervousness for not having anything to do. Today was her Sweet Sixteen and she was having a grand party. It was being held at her house, but it seemed that while she was away at school her father had managed to build (or rather conjure up) an entire ball room at their house, just for the party. The ballroom was decorated lavishly with place cards in each seat, though the only table she bothered looking at was those where her friends were to be seated and a few choice family members; the rest of the guests didn't matter to her as much.
After the umpteenth time Isabella's father ordered her to go back to her room and finish getting ready, just to keep her out of the way for the things that were being transferred from the kitchen to the ballroom. Isabella and her father both knew that she was already ready, but he needed her out of the way and Isabella had nothing else to do so she begrudgingly marched up the stairs and sat down on her bed; she couldn't even lay down for fear of messing up her hair or her dress.
After a few moments of sitting in completely stillness, Isabella got up and looked at herself in the mirror. She twirled around to get a good look at her entire outfit from all angles and when she was facing herself again she sighed and scrunched her face up as thoughts of throwing on another dress came to mind again. It wasn't that she didn't like her dress, she loved it, but it wasn't the typical 'Sweet Sixteen' ballgown. Should she have gone with the traditional big, white, almost-like-a-wedding-gown dress?
After the umpteenth time Isabella's father ordered her to go back to her room and finish getting ready, just to keep her out of the way for the things that were being transferred from the kitchen to the ballroom. Isabella and her father both knew that she was already ready, but he needed her out of the way and Isabella had nothing else to do so she begrudgingly marched up the stairs and sat down on her bed; she couldn't even lay down for fear of messing up her hair or her dress.
After a few moments of sitting in completely stillness, Isabella got up and looked at herself in the mirror. She twirled around to get a good look at her entire outfit from all angles and when she was facing herself again she sighed and scrunched her face up as thoughts of throwing on another dress came to mind again. It wasn't that she didn't like her dress, she loved it, but it wasn't the typical 'Sweet Sixteen' ballgown. Should she have gone with the traditional big, white, almost-like-a-wedding-gown dress?