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"Oh yeah, I know that," Max retorted dryly, busy struggling with the visor of the next suit of armour. If he didn't have his back turned right now, the other boy would've seen one gigantic eyeroll. "I just enjoy shoving my hand in their heads. Hobby of mine."
NOT.
And here he was thinking Ravenclaws were supposed to be a smart bunch. Eh.
The struggle continued. This particular visor was a stiff one. It obviously hadn't been opened for yonks and had rusted or something because arghhhh. Or maybe it was just because he was a weakling. He was committed now though. And now that this kid had probably clocked he was searching for something, he could hardly go and leave his territory unmanned!
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