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- Yew Wand 14" Essence of Fairy Dust
Willow paced around her dormitory; feeling the anxiety mixing around in the depth of her stomach, mixing with butterflies that came out of no where. A few moments ago a school owl came through the window, dropping off a letter from her Cousin Jeremy. Ever since Kate and Sara's Housewarming party and what happened there, Willow decided she had better to listen to her Cousin who originally suggested she should have gone to see the doctor and apparently he knew something that she didn't know. Back in New Zealand she went and through the tyranny of blood tests and physicals she had to return to Hogwarts without knowing really what was wrong. She slept dreamless nights, thinking back to the scary time that happened at the party, the feeling of loosing her balance and feeling faint, she knew it wasn't normal.
The letter just confirmed everything.</SIZE></FONT>
Feeling sick and being cooped up in the house isn't really helping;
Willow dashed out of the common room and down the flights of stairs, startling a few students as she rushed past.
Her robes flying behind her as she ignored the stares and jeers of students calling after her to slow down, she probably startled a few ghosts and the raised eyebrow of a professor.
Running through the Great Hall, she felt the fear and panic - something she never really felt much of before, the thought of being incapable of her own body was scaring her. She dashed her way to the Willow Tree in the Great Lawn, remembering how she felt instantly better when she sat beneath one at the Moon's house. Tears streaming down her face, she collapsed on her knees in front of the tree, remembering a song she once heard back in the Muggle world, the words floating in and out through her head; ..Willow weep for me, bow your tallest tree - down into the infamous hands, of someone no one understands. I'm not unique in this, nor am I special sweet or kind, I court a thousand smiles - yet I keep my own to hide behind...Bend your branches to the ground and hold me close.. Willow clutched her stomach, trying to stop herself from crying, concentrating on her breathing and regaining her composure.
She knew what she was suffering from wasn't particularly life threatening if she lived a healthy life style and it'll only become an issue if something really did happen to her during a class or an examination. She was overreacting, but Willow didn't know how to deal with such emotions - a lot of things are happening to her that she wasn't ready to confront. Her feelings for Chris, Her academics, her music, her friends, her family and the adjustment in living in the magical world. All these feelings Willow was feeling right now was overwhelming and on top of that was her health. She can't blame anyone, it was all genetics. She can't blame or be angry at her parents. She didn't have any parents anymore. It hit home. She felt as lonely and as out of place in this world than she did in her other life. She sighed, ignoring the onslaught of by standing students and her tear streaked face , still trying to control her breathing. Leaning against the Willow Tree, she closed her eyes, wondering where her friends may be.
The letter just confirmed everything.</SIZE></FONT>
<i></i><FONT font="Georgia">Willow; said:<SIZE size="50">Just got the word back from the doc.
It's genetic, don't worry.
Just ask your friends to look out for you and
you should be fine.
Love;
Jeremy & Fam. xox
Feeling sick and being cooped up in the house isn't really helping;
Willow dashed out of the common room and down the flights of stairs, startling a few students as she rushed past.
Her robes flying behind her as she ignored the stares and jeers of students calling after her to slow down, she probably startled a few ghosts and the raised eyebrow of a professor.
Running through the Great Hall, she felt the fear and panic - something she never really felt much of before, the thought of being incapable of her own body was scaring her. She dashed her way to the Willow Tree in the Great Lawn, remembering how she felt instantly better when she sat beneath one at the Moon's house. Tears streaming down her face, she collapsed on her knees in front of the tree, remembering a song she once heard back in the Muggle world, the words floating in and out through her head; ..Willow weep for me, bow your tallest tree - down into the infamous hands, of someone no one understands. I'm not unique in this, nor am I special sweet or kind, I court a thousand smiles - yet I keep my own to hide behind...Bend your branches to the ground and hold me close.. Willow clutched her stomach, trying to stop herself from crying, concentrating on her breathing and regaining her composure.
She knew what she was suffering from wasn't particularly life threatening if she lived a healthy life style and it'll only become an issue if something really did happen to her during a class or an examination. She was overreacting, but Willow didn't know how to deal with such emotions - a lot of things are happening to her that she wasn't ready to confront. Her feelings for Chris, Her academics, her music, her friends, her family and the adjustment in living in the magical world. All these feelings Willow was feeling right now was overwhelming and on top of that was her health. She can't blame anyone, it was all genetics. She can't blame or be angry at her parents. She didn't have any parents anymore. It hit home. She felt as lonely and as out of place in this world than she did in her other life. She sighed, ignoring the onslaught of by standing students and her tear streaked face , still trying to control her breathing. Leaning against the Willow Tree, she closed her eyes, wondering where her friends may be.