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Ruari was listening but he was also reading. He could do both, perhaps not well, but that was a whole other story, morning glory. The latin book he'd taken up was a fine tome of brushed over leather, gold edges and flowing script within. It was the kind of book which would make a bookworm foam at the mouth, and bring a teenager pain. Ruari liked reading well-enough, though not as much as the next Ravenclaw, but considering the the task at hand, he was eager to acquaint himself.
"This is pretty cool, professor." creating spells? painting? playing around under the guise of additional learning? it was his cup of tea. Before he'd grab a sketchbook and start drawing, the seventh year would begin by looking for charms he wanted to incorporate and what ones he'd like to invent.
__________________ the moon:  feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence
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