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- Straight 12.5'' Flexible Larch Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
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- 22
This was it. Her last night at Hogwarts. Harper still couldn't believe the moment had come, and her gaze roamed the Great Hall as she tried to commit every last detail to memory. From the floating candles to the stars overhead, she wanted to remember everything. Who knew when she would visit Hogwarts again? She didn't have any younger siblings here or plans to become a professor. There was a good chance that this castle, which had been her home for the last seven years, would soon become just a memory.
Harper had listened to so many end-of-year speeches that she could probably give one herself, but she made sure to pay attention to every word of Professor Alcott-Ward's address. It was unfortunate that Gryffindor hadn't won this year, but at least she'd gotten to celebrate four house cups over the course of her seven years. She clapped for Aine, proud of the Hufflepuff, and cheered even louder when Em won top points for Gryffindor. It was a little wild that Em and her sister had ended the year within a point of each other, and she hoped her friend wasn't disappointed.
The food appeared, and Harper dug in, content to just the let the atmosphere wash over her. She fought back a grin as she heard a couple of the younger students arguing about Slytherin. At least they still had a couple more years ahead of them to try and get the cup back. Harper was about to chime in when she caught sight of Isadora. The girl had her eyes squeezed shut, clearly distraught over something much bigger than Slytherin winning the cup. Harper silently conjured a box of tissues and discreetly levitated it over to Isadora's lap. "Want to talk about it?" she asked quietly.
@Isadora Novak
Harper had listened to so many end-of-year speeches that she could probably give one herself, but she made sure to pay attention to every word of Professor Alcott-Ward's address. It was unfortunate that Gryffindor hadn't won this year, but at least she'd gotten to celebrate four house cups over the course of her seven years. She clapped for Aine, proud of the Hufflepuff, and cheered even louder when Em won top points for Gryffindor. It was a little wild that Em and her sister had ended the year within a point of each other, and she hoped her friend wasn't disappointed.
The food appeared, and Harper dug in, content to just the let the atmosphere wash over her. She fought back a grin as she heard a couple of the younger students arguing about Slytherin. At least they still had a couple more years ahead of them to try and get the cup back. Harper was about to chime in when she caught sight of Isadora. The girl had her eyes squeezed shut, clearly distraught over something much bigger than Slytherin winning the cup. Harper silently conjured a box of tissues and discreetly levitated it over to Isadora's lap. "Want to talk about it?" she asked quietly.
@Isadora Novak