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- 10 1/4" hawthorn with essence of phoenix tears
Once more he stept into the street, And to his lips again
Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane; And ere he blew three notes (such sweet
Soft notes as yet musician's cunning never gave the enraptured air)
Sakura was beyond angry now, she had apparated to her former home in Bulgaria to speak with Master Jarousek about her returning to work for him only to find he had already replaced her and thrown her remaining clothes and possessions out. Incensed that he would not even tell her this himself but his new apprentice had to do the dirty work for him, Sakura had been shown to where her abysmal looking pile lay. There was no point in even trying to sift through it, all that was left were charred remains.
She had already told Bella that she would be staying the night and had booked herself into an Inn in the adjoining village. Now as she sat down looking into her cup of tea she scowled. One mishap after another, her grandfather Amos Diggory would of course be smiling as he muttered 'I told you so' to her. Where once upon a time in her life she could do no wrong, that was all she seemed capable of doing now. Unemployed, homeless and nearly broke. What possible help could she even be to her best friend at this point?
The Inn was deathly quiet and she was grateful for that much at least and then as if to mock her thoughts the door burst open, letting the cold air drift in swirling snow about the wooden floor. Sakura shivered and pulled the collar of her travelling robe up around her. Placing her cold hands around the hot cup she allowed the heat to permeate, needed something to warm her, for there was nothing else in her life.
Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane; And ere he blew three notes (such sweet
Soft notes as yet musician's cunning never gave the enraptured air)
Sakura was beyond angry now, she had apparated to her former home in Bulgaria to speak with Master Jarousek about her returning to work for him only to find he had already replaced her and thrown her remaining clothes and possessions out. Incensed that he would not even tell her this himself but his new apprentice had to do the dirty work for him, Sakura had been shown to where her abysmal looking pile lay. There was no point in even trying to sift through it, all that was left were charred remains.
She had already told Bella that she would be staying the night and had booked herself into an Inn in the adjoining village. Now as she sat down looking into her cup of tea she scowled. One mishap after another, her grandfather Amos Diggory would of course be smiling as he muttered 'I told you so' to her. Where once upon a time in her life she could do no wrong, that was all she seemed capable of doing now. Unemployed, homeless and nearly broke. What possible help could she even be to her best friend at this point?
The Inn was deathly quiet and she was grateful for that much at least and then as if to mock her thoughts the door burst open, letting the cold air drift in swirling snow about the wooden floor. Sakura shivered and pulled the collar of her travelling robe up around her. Placing her cold hands around the hot cup she allowed the heat to permeate, needed something to warm her, for there was nothing else in her life.