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- Oak 22" Wand Essence of A Obsidian Hawk Talon
Sir Wenton had been in so much stress since winter began. He hated the snow and it was finally leaving. He had invited Onyx over to his house but she wasn't showing up. Or maybe he was rushing her. He was sitting close to the fire of his new home and keeping warm. "Ahh, so toasty!" he said. He felt so good knowing he had friends and he had become part of the Ministry in only 3 days when he moved here.
:deatheater: wtf!? :dementor:
:deatheater: wtf!? :dementor: