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| Granian
Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: *lurking*
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Professor Lillian Hawkins
Graduated
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Cathryn “Cat” Webb
Ravenclaw Third Year
Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Collin O'Shea
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Text Cut: Narrator Quote:
Originally Posted by The Narrator  The root did have impeccable timing.
It rose just enough, just when it needed to and when you landed, the forest seemed almost to exhale. Leaves from the tree rustled in what just might be quiet satisfaction. The shiny thing you had been pursuing caught the light once… then twice… then again, though not with the clean, silvery gleam one might expect were it, in fact, unicorn hair. This was a subtler shimmer, stretched rather than solid, glinting differently depending on how you moved. Unicorn hair would most certainly be blown away by the breeze, but this lingered under tight tension and drawn fine between bark and branch…
High above, where the canopy thinned into patches of sky, causing the shadows in your periphery to shift. Something altered its stance for a better angle, careful not to grant you the same courtesy. Or perhaps several somethings did. It was difficult to tell. The longer Cat looked at the shine, the more clear it became that it was not, in fact, a unicorn hair. A frown etched at her forehead as she rolled onto her hands and knees and then stood, moving to get a closer look. Unfortunately the trees apparently also chose that exact moment to rustle unhelpfully. The sunlight falling through the canopy was too… wiggly for Cat to get a good look at whatever it was she was trying to see.
It was also (perhaps, luckily) at that time that she heard several other commotions happening with other students. Cat took in a boy with ripped robes, then caught Marina scolding several mushrooms. She was about to head over to her friend and maybe try her hand at searching in that part of the clearing, when she felt someone tap her shoulder.
“Hmm?” She asked, turning to see who had bothered her required her attention.
… no one was there. Cat huffed, slightly annoyed, straightened her clothing, and took half a step forward when she felt another tap. On the same shoulder. She whipped her head around, glaring at nothing.
“Can I help you??”
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