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<FONT font="Times new roman">Jeremiah Raven left the Gryffindor Common Room rather early, deciding to skip breakfast. He had been wanted to take a wonder around the school, he had yet to have the chance, except when getting to classes, but that didn't really count, he would go the same way every day to the said classroom, do classroom work and leave, without really talking or getting to know his surroundings. This annoyed the young Gryffindor. He liked getting to know the area of which he lived, sure there was a lot of area to get to know, but he didn't overly mind it, he always liked adventuring around things and finding new places to go, finding new and exciting things to think about, maybe even play a little bit of the violin? He sighed as he looked at his injured hand, playing the violin or piano wasn't going to happen. Sure he could easily go to the Hospital Wing and get it healed that way, but then his Papa would be informed, and he would be pulled out out Hogwarts New Zealand, apparated back to Italy and would spend the rest of his life slowly turning into his Papa, a stern, old, grumpy man. No thankyou, Miah didn't want that for himself, New Zealand was his ticket away from that future, besides, he quite liked New Zealand, it was quite pretty, though it would be better if people spoke Italian, that would be nice, but he couldn't have everything, he just had to be grateful that he was about to speak and understand English, though he still wrote in Italian, there wasn't anything wrong with that, unless someone wanted to borrow his notes, then he would have to take the time to translate them, and his Professors didn't nessesarily speak, or read Italian either and when they checked his notes, he would have to translate for them. Though he was kidn enough to write in English for essays and such, he wasn't cruel.
Miah made his silent way along the school grounds and to the Rosebush, he wans't a fan of roses, but this was where his violin string flew, he had been playing the violin by the lake when it broke, but by the speed and direction, chances were it flew to the Rosebush. He needed to get it just in case a stupid person came and played with it, possibly cutting their hands considering his particular stirngs were quite sharp, especially on young hands, if a young person, such as himself, found it and played with it, they could cut themselves or someone else. Miah didn't want that on his conscience, not at all. He entered the Roshbush, looked around the trees and flowers, the roses were everywhere, he would rather them to have been pansies, but there was not such luck for the Gryffindor as he started checking the tree trunks and talls stems, maybe if one was cut or something, that would tell him that the string had flown through here. All he was grateful for was that no-one was hurt by it when it snapped, except himself, because he would have heard it if someone had been cut by the string. He stood back up from his crawling motion and patted off his knees, then crossing his arms in thought. Where could it be? It had to be here, there was no where else it could be, how could he not see it, it wasn't small, but it was quite thin, that was the problem, it was very thin. He chewed on his bottom lip and turned around, still looking at all the flowers for any disturbence.
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Miah made his silent way along the school grounds and to the Rosebush, he wans't a fan of roses, but this was where his violin string flew, he had been playing the violin by the lake when it broke, but by the speed and direction, chances were it flew to the Rosebush. He needed to get it just in case a stupid person came and played with it, possibly cutting their hands considering his particular stirngs were quite sharp, especially on young hands, if a young person, such as himself, found it and played with it, they could cut themselves or someone else. Miah didn't want that on his conscience, not at all. He entered the Roshbush, looked around the trees and flowers, the roses were everywhere, he would rather them to have been pansies, but there was not such luck for the Gryffindor as he started checking the tree trunks and talls stems, maybe if one was cut or something, that would tell him that the string had flown through here. All he was grateful for was that no-one was hurt by it when it snapped, except himself, because he would have heard it if someone had been cut by the string. He stood back up from his crawling motion and patted off his knees, then crossing his arms in thought. Where could it be? It had to be here, there was no where else it could be, how could he not see it, it wasn't small, but it was quite thin, that was the problem, it was very thin. He chewed on his bottom lip and turned around, still looking at all the flowers for any disturbence.
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