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- OOC First Name
- Ana
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Straight 12.5'' Flexible Larch Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
- Age
- 21
Harper was in high spirits. She'd aced her exams, and soon she would be headed home to enjoy the summer with her friends and family. The Yule Ball was one last hurrah to not only a successful semester, but also a successful first half of her Hogwarts career. And this year, with the change in theme, it was a preview of the good days to come. Harper had always found the winter decorations at the ball a bit strange, albeit very pretty. But this sunset and the pōhutukawa flowers everywhere? This felt right, and she couldn't wait until she could go home and have an actual beach barbecue with everyone she loved.
After a lively campaign across the dance floor with some of her friends, Harper was taking a break at one of the tables. She sipped on a glass of water as she watched the other dancers sway to a slow ballad. The song soon came to an end, and a vigorous pop disaster started up. Harper froze. And then she laughed. This had been the song of the summer a couple years back, and it had been impossible to avoid, taking over the internet and the real world alike. Cafes had played acoustic covers of the song while parties blasted remixes every hour. It was jarring to hear the song a few years later at a dance in a magical boarding school. Harper made eye contact with one of the people sitting at the table with her. "I can't believe they're playing this." She set her glass down and stood up. "C'mon, we have to dance. It'd be a crime not to."
After a lively campaign across the dance floor with some of her friends, Harper was taking a break at one of the tables. She sipped on a glass of water as she watched the other dancers sway to a slow ballad. The song soon came to an end, and a vigorous pop disaster started up. Harper froze. And then she laughed. This had been the song of the summer a couple years back, and it had been impossible to avoid, taking over the internet and the real world alike. Cafes had played acoustic covers of the song while parties blasted remixes every hour. It was jarring to hear the song a few years later at a dance in a magical boarding school. Harper made eye contact with one of the people sitting at the table with her. "I can't believe they're playing this." She set her glass down and stood up. "C'mon, we have to dance. It'd be a crime not to."