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18. Whomping Willow
“Pomona, I’m so sorry about the Whomping Willow. How’s it coming along?”
Minerva watched as the other woman let out a sigh.
“It’s coming along all right. Thanks for asking.”
Minerva couldn’t help but notice that the other woman had been curt with her since Harry and Ron had crashed into the tree. It wasn’t her fault that the two second years had done something so stupid. After all, the children’s lives were more important that than of the plant. Pomona just didn’t seem to understand that matter. She hoped that she would come around…and soon.
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