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(BirdNut, you are too good at RPing!)
Iva sits by herself under a tree near the black lake, finishing off her homework.
 
Lucinda passed by the hospital wing and happened to see Ethan in a sick bed with Professer McGonagol standing beside them. She accidently overheard the part of him being part werewolf and stopped suddenly, thinking to herself. Why would it have wanted her wand?
 
Sylvia's Raven, Onyx, was skipping down the hall. "Hi!" she crogged to Lucinda as she passed her, before she peered her head through the door to the hospital wing. She pecked the door to crack it open further and squeezed through. "Hi!" she cawed again when she entered the room, then flew up to Sylvia's shoulder.

"Your potion is ready, young man," called McGoganol from the door as she beckoned Ethan with her hand, before she trailed off to deal with other matters. Sylvia helped Ethan stand up, and since she'd been in Hogwarts longer, she escorted him to Snape's potion room. He hurriedly followed behind, rushing so quickly that he accidentally bumped into Lucinda. "Sorry!" he called over his shoulder as he struggled to keep up with Sylvia.
 
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Name:Justice Moridance
Teacher/Student/Ghost/Prefect/Quidditch Captain:Prefect,on quidditch team
Appearance:tall blonde,skinny,Clear Reflection,Wears a skirt with her uniform often.
House(Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin):Hufflepuff
Personality:Kind,Kinda popular,kinda a loner,has an amazing voice but doesnt like to use it,because she is afraid that someone will make fun of her.
Favourite subject:transfiguration
Favourite passtime:wizards chess
Other:seeker for hufflepuff quidditch team,protronus is a butterfly,is muggleborn
 
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Justice walked out of her common room and walked towards Transfiguration. Her wand sticking out of her boot.
 
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As the dawn sun's rays spilled over the lushly green mountain range, slowly falling onto Ethan's face from the window of the dank little dorm room, he awoke with a start. He looked at his hands, happy to notice that they weren't covered in fur and armed with sharply decurved claws. He rose to his feet and began to hustle, noticing that he was running late. He fumbled for his glasses on the night stand and put them on, blinking the early morning bleariness away and shuffling to the closet for his uniform. He bolted hastily out the door and hurried to the first class, and he was only but a minute late. "Welcome, mister Crow," said the teacher, "Please, sit down."
 

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