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Ryden frowned. She hadn't really been paying much attention to the discussion going on, mainly because it involved subjects she wasn't too fond of - dark, not dark, light, evil, good, darkness, all that rubbish - and it gave her a headache. Meh.
Perhaps it had been good that Borr hadn't delved too deep last term. Saved her a heck of a lot of migraines. Then again, she needed to actually pass her OWL. Drat.
RIGHT. Concentrating. Okay. Dark creatures. Umm. "They exist solely to cause harm, inflict pain, be nasty for either no apparent reason or to sustain themselves... They don't live like other animals, and they don't die like them either. So to speak, they're not actually animals but dark beings. Obviously, all of them are magical. . . They're like Dark magic molded into a resemblance of independent life," Ryden said, and blinked.
Hey, that last bit actually sounded good.
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