47.Portkey
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Oh my God you have to hurry Cassie!” Marilyn was impatiently tapping her feet by Cassie’s bedroom door.
She should have known that this would happen. She should have scheduled a portkey for a much much later time. Now they were going to miss it.
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Just a sec, I need to make some finishing touches.” Cassie said, making no signs of movement from where she was. Marilyn grumbled.
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It’s fine! We’re going to miss the portkey Cassie!”
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Final adjustment I swear.” This time she moved her hands faster.
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Voila, isn’t this perfect?” She asked looking at her hair.
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Perfect Cass.”