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[florence-bradley]

Miss Bradley how lovely to see you and may I say you have been one of the easiest wands to place today! This is wonderful 9″ Beech wood and a core of unicorn hair a mighty fine and swishy wand for a lovely girl like yourself. Beech wood wands are for those witches or wizards that are beyond their years. Beech wands perform very weakly for the narrow-minded and intolerant. When properly matched, the beech wand is capable of a subtlety and artistry rarely seen in any other wood, hence its lustrous reputation. 

@florence-bradley

[florence-bradley]

"Not to sound like an idiot, but what is that exactly?

“It’s just an apiary!” He pouted, almost whining in tone.

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Are you a pureblood, halfblood or muggleborn?

Halfblood, but I don’t think blood should be the judge of who one hangs out with or any of that nonsense.

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favourite colour?

Pink! Absolutely pink. A coral sort of color really.

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have a crush on anyone?

Oh, uhm, well...I mean Edgar is rather cute. I’ve only spoken to him a few passing times in the hall mind you.

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Do you have any siblings? If so, who are you closest to?

Just the one. Little sister whom I adore. We’re very close and I spend most of my holiday catching up with her. She won’t be in school for another two years.

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"You wish, Rabastan," Florence mocked. "I was on my way to the grounds actually. Pardon."

Rabastan held the letter in his robe pocket, hand clenched tight around it. The letter that gave him permission to court her. Andromeda. The unattainable. He was so excited, he knocked into someone, he smirked, “Falling for me?”

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"No biggie!" Florence crouched down to collect her fallen books. "I was in my own bubble anyhow."

Ciara walks slowly through the hallways, holding a letter in her hand. The letter is written in a hasty-looking cursive and she’s reading words intently. Suddenly she bumps into someone. “Oh, I’m sorry!”

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"Join you? That seems risky. Besides, who knows what's out there this late."

“I know I’m out past curfew.  No, I don’t really care.  And yes, you’re more than welcome to come and join me.”

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"Sorry, but I happen to be into the older stuff so I doubt I'm much help."

“You know, I need a new music collection.  All this old stuff is getting a little too old for my taste.” 

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"You're never going to pass if you don't work on it."

“Someone entertain me, I am tired of homework.” Ailsa rested her head down on the table on top on her stacks of books. It was too pretty outside to be stuck inside writing and reading all day.

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"Hmm? Oh! Sorry. I didn't realize I was standing so close. I apologize."

“Oh, you’re kind of touching my hair… Maybe by accident, but regardless, I feel a bit uncomfortable. Could you stop, maybe?”

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A late night walk was just what Florence needed. Some air to get her thoughts straight, and merlin knew she had worked her butt off on that essay all night so far. That tight deadline was doing no one any favors, and she hoped she could pull off a masterpiece even in the short amount of time she had.

In her favorite fluffy pj’s, she wandered down the halls with her wandering mind elsewhere. She had to get some Quidditch practice in too before she became too out of shape. She couldn’t imagine losing a game because she hadn’t stretched or something.

Walking on, she nearly stepped on someone or something in the middle of the hall. A shriek left her lips as she jumped back a step. A hand flying over her mouth, she stared at Edgar as he laid completely content on the floor.

“Please don’t be dead.”

Somnambulist | Edgar & _____

Edgar had sleepwalked ever since he was a child. His parents would find him asleep in peculiar places whenever he was home for the holidays and it was never uncommon. He was suppose to grow out of it after puberty and he did. Somewhat. The thing was, he still sleepwalked occasionally. After waking up outside of the Hufflepuff common room early one morning, he decided to look into what caused it. The library offered surprisingly little on the subject. Causes of sleepwalking included: hereditary, lack of sleep or fatigue, interrupted sleep or inefficient sleep, illness or fever, medication, stress, anxiety, going to bed with full bladder. One by one Edgar went down the list, writing each on a piece of parchment and crossing off the unlikely factors. Going to bed with a full bladder certainly was not the cause. The most likely cause he guessed; fatigue. He had been studying especially hard this week but, Edgar believed it was no different from his regular regiment. But, he had to admit, the sleepwalking didn’t just come from out of nowhere.

He hadn’t told anyone––even Amelia––about his…incident. No one had seen it happen that he was aware of and it was no one’s business. It would all blow over in a few days once he caught up on some actual sleep. Catching up with lost sleep was more difficult than Edgar thought it would be. It was difficult for him to stay awake in the evenings and almost impossible for him to wake up in the mornings. His sleep schedule had somehow been thrown out of whack and off track. After talking to Pomfrey about his sleeping habits, she insisted be take some sort of sleep aid. Edgar was stubborn and almost refused the sleeping potion. He didn’t want artificial sleep and he certainly didn’t want it to trigger any more sleepwalking. But, Pomfrey was a skilled healer, there was no doubt in Edgar’s mind that she knew what was best.

One vial of flobberworm mucus, lavender, valerian sprigs and standard Ingredient later, Edgar was passed out on his bed, drooling on one of his many books in a deep sleep. Several hours later, unbeknownst to anyone in his dorms, Edgar rose to his feet and began to walk. For how long he walked of course was unknown but, when he was done, he lied back down as if returning to bed. The coldness of the floor didn’t even seem to phase him. To anyone watching, it must have been a very strange sight. Edgar lied silently in the middle of the dark hallway, eyes closed and fast asleep. He was unaware of where he was, or of the fact he’d left the comfort and safety of his dorm in the basement. Even as someone walked towards him, he remained blissfully oblivious to his location. 

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“Yeah, it’s really the most annoying thing, if I’m being honest. It’s not your fault. No need to say sorry.”

"Soon enough you'll need to wear a name tag. Joking of course."

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"Their still getting it wrong? I'm sorry to hear that."

“My name isn’t Persnickety or Persnap. It’s Persephone, Seph or Goddess. Please stop mumbling something that’s completely different from my name.”

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"Well I find it intriguing, cheer up."

“Most think so”