When the Clock Strikes Twelve

A week following the Winter Ball
11.40am

Five days, Aurelia had been living within the luxurious vicinity of the beautiful castle-like building. The household of the Winter's was a indeed grand one with every corner of the place furnished to perfection as if was to a accommodate one of royalty. Although Aurelia would not admit it, the yearning in her chest to step foot into the comfort of the mansion she called home grew. It was ever present, so was the subtle feeling of dread. Homesickness. However, she was well aware that her parents would not require her home until she met with the Winter heir.

For now, the tasks she was assigned as she wait for the return of Gael Winter's arrival was feasible. She was to get accustomed with the place, which she had already achieved as well as grow closer with the other Winter members; the family which she would be integrated with in the future. Now with the lord of the house, Mr and Mrs Winter away, Aurelia ceased the opportunity to grow closer with Airlia, the youngest of the Winters.

The room the family had accommodated was on the third floor. In her hand, she heard a porcelain hairbrush and began running the object through the girl's almost silver hair. Aurelia had offered to braid the girl's hair. Consider it something sisters would do -- although Aurelia herself never had a sister. "I used to braid my hair manually until a few months ago," The fourteen year old stated. "The possibilities of magic are endless."

With the cherry wood wand gripped in her hand the simple incantation left the brunette's parted lips in a whisper, "CREE-nus MYOO-toh,". The third year noticed throughout her experiences that transfiguration spells took more effort than that taught in DADA or charms. For this particular charm, she had at least the vague image of the hairstyle within the confinement of her imagination which was the crucial step. As soon as the spell was cast, the locks of platinum began to shift and weave through the density of hair. The result was better than Aurelia had initially expected. "Viola!" She exclaim ecstatically at the masterpeice before her.

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