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- Ebony Wand 15" Essence of Phoenix Talon
Sinclair Blaze entered the Rosebush. It's been years since he visited the place and he didn't really plan to visit the place today. But when he was in his History of Magic, he suddenly realized that he should "pay my respects to Miss Rose today." And it began with that.
The Rosebush wasn't as noisy as the Garden, Sinclair thought. It is a sort of burial place, after all and the students ought to not disturb this place, especially in this world where ghosts could just stay in their school as long as they want. But Miss Rose most probably had left this world a long time ago. Sinclair thought it was such a waste. He wanted to know what kind of person Miss Rose was, what kind of life she led and all those kinds of things.
He looked at the grave, staring at it for a long time. "Hello, Miss Rose. I came here to visit you." he mumbled as though there was a living person standing in front of him. And Sinclair wished that someone--not necessarily Miss Rose--would answer him. He needed to talk to someone.
The Rosebush wasn't as noisy as the Garden, Sinclair thought. It is a sort of burial place, after all and the students ought to not disturb this place, especially in this world where ghosts could just stay in their school as long as they want. But Miss Rose most probably had left this world a long time ago. Sinclair thought it was such a waste. He wanted to know what kind of person Miss Rose was, what kind of life she led and all those kinds of things.
He looked at the grave, staring at it for a long time. "Hello, Miss Rose. I came here to visit you." he mumbled as though there was a living person standing in front of him. And Sinclair wished that someone--not necessarily Miss Rose--would answer him. He needed to talk to someone.