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It begins with the chime of a clock...
All Hallow's Eve
The stands around the pitch were full to bursting with students, all sporting their House scarves and screaming different chants for their team, catcalling, or in the first-years’ case, just plain screaming their heads off.
She felt herself drowning, but it didn’t hurt. Later, she remembered thinking that if this was what dying was like; there was no reason to be afraid of it. No real reason to be afraid of anything at all, really.
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