The Harpy of Hogwarts | Dungeon Mistress | Bimba di Serpeverde
Hecate Lafay stepped out from a shadowy corner of the room. She wasn't smiling, and she definitely wasn't happy. Her arms were folded in front of her and her eyes were filled with anger. This wasn't where she wanted to be or do in her free time.
"Miss Wheatborn," She said ominously, "I wouldn't look so pleased if I were you."
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