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- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4" Essence of Silver Thistle
At some point, Henric had seen Debilitas' face, and at every turn, he had been listening in on the conversation. But whenever it was, Henric's face was now, for the first time since he had come into Hogwarts, in a full fledged genuine smile; in addition to that, there was something wrong with his teeth - something very wrong. But no one could see, which was a wonderfully good thing, in his opinion. His eyes were now his true eyes - orbs cold as winter, heartless as the steel of a sword, but sharp as lightning. Turning his head, Henric noticed a newcomer enter the conversation, but still kept his silence. In the total darkness he was hidden in, Henric muttered, "He's just like me... Probably."
Fearfully, he suddenly gripped his throat, repeated pangs of hunger gave him something like death throes, out of the corner of his eye he could see the newcomer was a girl. And he was glad the last one left, too. He couldn't put it off any further then, supplies were getting scarce as they were....
His fingers curled around a silver vial, and he took a large swig, then clicked it back shut and slipped it back into his sash. His features, which were - just then, more feral than human, slowly receded back to his normal appearance. Henric bit his lip, and moved deeper into the winding darkness.
Fearfully, he suddenly gripped his throat, repeated pangs of hunger gave him something like death throes, out of the corner of his eye he could see the newcomer was a girl. And he was glad the last one left, too. He couldn't put it off any further then, supplies were getting scarce as they were....
His fingers curled around a silver vial, and he took a large swig, then clicked it back shut and slipped it back into his sash. His features, which were - just then, more feral than human, slowly receded back to his normal appearance. Henric bit his lip, and moved deeper into the winding darkness.