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82. Careful
Minerva watched the students from her seat at the staff table in the Great Hall. The start of term feast was going great. The food was wonderful as always and Lupin seemed to be fitting in just fine. She took a sip from her pumpkin juice as a crash emitted through the hall.
All of the staff seemed to look up, trying to pinpoint the sound. Of course it had come from some first years from Gryffindor. She was going to have to teach these students to be more careful. She couldn’t have them breaking everything that they touched.
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