Crimson was on the train, it was his first year going to Hogwarts Academy and he couldn’t help but feel nervous. He looked down at his wand, his wand was an 11" Blood wood with Manticore Barb Core. He placed his wand away as he was looking for somewhere to sit. He looked into a nearby booth to see someone along with an open. “Um, excuse me? Sorry to disturb you, but is it alright if I sit here?” He asked.
The box was ornate and a dark black oak. It was carved on and painted in a dark gold so very subtle. It looked like the lid would just slip off, it wasn’t for the aura of darkness and the scent of magic that lingered on it.
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