“Oh” Nathara said with some excitement. Under her collar she revealed a leather string connected to a pouch. “Tyree has found some for me” Pulling apart the pursed pouch, the second year pulled out an asymmetrical oval rock. Speckled with gray dents and chips, the purple stone reflected the Slytherin flames timidly. The hue of purple was attractive beyond the film of weathering. “At Seacliff he found this for me” The girl hummed contently. Tyree looked away from the fire to study her happy face and returned back to staring at the elemental dance.
The girl maneuvered herself to sit on the arm of the chair nearest Katrin to show her a good look of the rock. To the touch the dents almost cut the skin if rubbed against, but the eroded edges themselves were smoothed and kindly rounded. “It is sweet, in its own way” Nathara explained sentimentally. “Don’t hurt yourself on it” She said with a flick of her brow and a hint of irritation – not wanting to have to go through tending to any small cuts carelessness caused.
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