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Madame Pomfrey had been going over some recent articles regarding the care of lycanthropic patients when she was startled by someone standing in the doorway of her office. She immediately jumped up and ran over when she saw that it was Mr. Black up and about. She scooped the eleven year old boy up into her arms as she scolded him. "I told you to stay in bed!" she yelled as she struggled a bit to carry him towards the bed; it seemed the first years were getting heavier every year, or perhaps she was just getting too old to carry students without magic anymore. "Every time I tell them something... I never learn... Have to strap them to the bed..." she muttered to herself.
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