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- Briars rowan, 15", with centaur (aspens) tail hair and my werewolf fur
- Age
- 49 (2/2013)
Briar was feeling the impact of her seventh year at hogwarts. It asnt the class work as much. that was not too much harder than the previous years. It was more everything else that went with it. when she had started the school she had been as careless as anyone. spending nights out asleep in the grounds or watching the stars. exploring the forest and not caring about being caught by th proffesors. however the years in the castle had changed her. she had started fitng in with the expectations of her. n her fifth year she had been awarded the title of prefect and she had activly gone to professor weasley (as she was then called) and had to check if the badge had gone to the right person. however since then her life had changed, and she had changed. she now cared about her marks in class. she waned a job that wasnt just plaing quidditch and she had arrived in school this year hoping to be made head girl, which she had. now as she paced her way around her usua ruite through the grounds she wished to go back to being a first year again when the pressures of being a food roll model and stress of knowing classes would either get you a job or not were so far away they hardly needed thinking about. now instead of late night adventures she had late night patrols, and although she was still training quidditch as hard as ever it was not for her enjoyment (though she did still love it) it was to perfect and fine tune skills that would enable her to get into a team when she graduated. and like now she was still running but that came second to homework. pluss there was the added factor of being a werewolf, and havigthe emotional changes that were often stronger (thugh more pradictable) than the most hormonal girls. and as f to put the icing on the cake she couldn't let any of this show as she knew half, well a quarter, of the school hated her, even if they never said anything to her, the way they looked at her and whispered as she walked past was enough proof.
she stopped somewhere on the edge of the lake, and sat down the weather was just starting to show signs of warming up but was still cold even though she didn't feel it. she sighed as she took a mouthful of water from her bottle and started peeling an orange.
she stopped somewhere on the edge of the lake, and sat down the weather was just starting to show signs of warming up but was still cold even though she didn't feel it. she sighed as she took a mouthful of water from her bottle and started peeling an orange.