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Post by James Smith on Aug 28, 2007 4:00:31 GMT
I walked into transfig, for my detention. That I had recived. Drumming my hands on the table, I sat at. I waited. Waited for the other felenies, and McGonagal.
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Post by Briar Vassler on Aug 28, 2007 19:39:31 GMT
"Really don't want to be here," Briar mumbled, walking into the class. She quickly pulled her hair up into a ponytail and took a seat in the back, playing with the ring on her finger.
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