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“Out the window I think there’s someone one the grounds.” She comments softly leaning forward matching my position. Brilliant, really, just come up next to me like we’re best friends who gab over who’s hot and what to wear to Hogmeade every friday night.
I thought like in all epic battles there would be loud noises and screams of vengeance with the mix of bangs and smoke. There is none of that here, just the yelling of spells between the three people. It feels too quiet. It’s as if death as surrounded the air around me, muffling the sound.
Worst Day Since Yesterday
“I already have your names on record Miss Weasley, but thank you,” I twitch my eye a bit, I can feel myself breaking out of the facade, he continues, “So did the two of you see anything unusual that night? Students out of bed? Hear any noises?”
"Al, this thing is a mystery and we need to solve it before the Auror and Detective does. Or its Azaban for all of us. This isn’t something our families can use their influence on”
“The Restricted Section is divided into topics. Dark Arts being the biggest one-the one we’re in now. Here are some of the crudest books I ever read. Under Dark Arts its divided again in Magic, Blood, History, and Potions.”
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