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- Kathy
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- Wand
- Wild 10 3/4 Inch Reasonably Supple Ebony Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
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- 6/2031
The one annoying thing about lessons during third year (apart from all the other annoying things about lessons during third year), was that Rory no longer had the same timetable as the majority of her friends. Apart from Hayley, every single one of her other friends were Gryffindors, and while for the past two years they'd been like built-in entertainment for her in each class, now they were all split up between electives and the subjects they'd dropped. Which was fine, mostly. It just meant that Rory was spending more time alone at lunch than she had grown used to. Which was fine, too, mostly. But it sure would be easier to reach food sitting further up the table if she had a chain of friends to elbow into passing it down towards her. Rory continued to eye the chicken pieces laid out for sandwiches as if she could bring them closer to her with just her mind, but of course that was never going to get her any closer to eating.
Before giving up completely on retrieving the plate without having to stand up, however, Rory switched her attention to the people sitting nearby, and to her relief, saw the solution to her problem. "Hey - Sofia. Can you pass me the chicken just there beside you, please? It's taunting me." She pressed her hands together in imitation of a prayer before opening them up again and reaching a hand across the table expectantly. "How have you been, anyway? How's Sweden? Or did you go somewhere else for the holidays?" Despite sharing the same room for the last two years, Rory still didn't talk to the other girl very much, but was quite happy to do so whenever the opportunity presented itself. Like now. She didn't want to just use Sofia as a chicken delivery service, after all.
Before giving up completely on retrieving the plate without having to stand up, however, Rory switched her attention to the people sitting nearby, and to her relief, saw the solution to her problem. "Hey - Sofia. Can you pass me the chicken just there beside you, please? It's taunting me." She pressed her hands together in imitation of a prayer before opening them up again and reaching a hand across the table expectantly. "How have you been, anyway? How's Sweden? Or did you go somewhere else for the holidays?" Despite sharing the same room for the last two years, Rory still didn't talk to the other girl very much, but was quite happy to do so whenever the opportunity presented itself. Like now. She didn't want to just use Sofia as a chicken delivery service, after all.