purebloodron has lost something~

rosalind-wicker-the-hufflepuff:

Rosalind sat, slumped over a book. She had been ill rather recently and had to catch up on her school work because if she failed her exams, she would surely have her hide tanned. She looked up at the sound of footsteps. “Hi.” She smiled, with a small wave. “Can I help you with anything?”

_{The ginger boy’s mind wasn’t exactly all there as he was set on finding a particular wooden stick– his wand, to be exact. He’d last been in the library– Hermione’s idea – and must’ve misplaced it while studying. Or rather sleeping. It’s not his fault that he had a problem where he couldn’t keep his eyes on a book for longer than a few minutes without succumbing to slumber. The voice had brought him out of his worried thoughts, brows knit together at the girl’s question. “I–.. er. Just lost somethin’– you wouldn’t happen to have seen a wand around here, would you? ‘Bout this big..”}