For more than thirty years the wand she now plucked from Miss Gamp’s hand had been amongst her most treasured possessions. When one was given world changing news at the age of eleven it was quite understandable to become attached to the beacon of that new life and now with the splintered maple turned black, hair poking out through the wood and the sure knowledge that it was gone for good Connie felt like crying.

“Go to your classes Miss Gamp,”

  

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MJ made me beautiful