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- Birch Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Dragonstone
Amzurah Archer sat at the far window in the library, she had every intention that morning of studying her heart and soul out. It seemed to be the only thing she actually did at the school, considering that she had yet to make a single friend. Her gaze fell from the view before her to the book that was opened displaying a rose that had been flattened by the pages of the heavy book. She could easily have frozen it and had it last so much longer that way but she had always loved the art of dried flowers and this one was special. Her finger tips grazed her lips from where Brian had kissed her and she could not help the smile that spread slowly across her face.
Not once in all the time she had argued with her mother about attending the school did she actually think she might actually come to like some facet of it. Gingerly her fingers moved from her lips to the flower, lifting it up gently and continuing to smile. Transfiguration class had been most amusing to say the least. They had to conjure flowers and she had done an extra one and placed it on Brian's desk before leaving, while he had caught up with her after class to give her the beautiful blue rose and a kiss. She had stood there like as if catatonic, other students bustling by her and bumping into her and still she could not move. The flower was beautiful. She would have liked an ordinary color sure because it would have simply showed he had been thinking about her but for him to conjure such a strange and unusual flower meant more to her. With a sigh she checked her watch and closed the book carefully over the blue rose once more, packed her things away and began to leave the library.
Her mind was too caught up with Brian Getathorn XIX to be able to concentrate on anything else but him. She hated the fact that they only met in class though and wondered why he never sought her out in between. Even at meal times she had often ventured to look over at the Ravenclaw table to simply look at him or smile at him but to actually hold a decent conversation with the guy had yet to happen. Part of her wondered if they would even like each other if and when they ever did. Pushing the door of the library open she banged into a younger student hurrying inside. Her bag slipped from her shoulder and scattered it's contents to the floor. Sighing she glowered at the student who did not bother to help but continued into the library. Her hand reached to pick the blue rose up as it slid from the pages of her transfiguration book.
Not once in all the time she had argued with her mother about attending the school did she actually think she might actually come to like some facet of it. Gingerly her fingers moved from her lips to the flower, lifting it up gently and continuing to smile. Transfiguration class had been most amusing to say the least. They had to conjure flowers and she had done an extra one and placed it on Brian's desk before leaving, while he had caught up with her after class to give her the beautiful blue rose and a kiss. She had stood there like as if catatonic, other students bustling by her and bumping into her and still she could not move. The flower was beautiful. She would have liked an ordinary color sure because it would have simply showed he had been thinking about her but for him to conjure such a strange and unusual flower meant more to her. With a sigh she checked her watch and closed the book carefully over the blue rose once more, packed her things away and began to leave the library.
Her mind was too caught up with Brian Getathorn XIX to be able to concentrate on anything else but him. She hated the fact that they only met in class though and wondered why he never sought her out in between. Even at meal times she had often ventured to look over at the Ravenclaw table to simply look at him or smile at him but to actually hold a decent conversation with the guy had yet to happen. Part of her wondered if they would even like each other if and when they ever did. Pushing the door of the library open she banged into a younger student hurrying inside. Her bag slipped from her shoulder and scattered it's contents to the floor. Sighing she glowered at the student who did not bother to help but continued into the library. Her hand reached to pick the blue rose up as it slid from the pages of her transfiguration book.