Queen of Typos | The OTHER OTHER Roro | WICKED is Good
History of magic. Cassia left the common room and headed to the classroom, it was cold and she couldn't wait til she got into the room. Passing the Dungeons then the stairs then the corridors. Cold! IT was cold. So yeah hopefully the room would be heted and she could snuggle in her seat.
Hold that thought. Why was the door closed. Cassia tried turning the handle but it surely was locked. Oh look a note. She stared at the note and sighed. She had yet to got the Great Hall. Would've actually been easier if they've been told to go there in the first place.
Turning around she let out another sigh and started walking to go to the great hall.
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