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So it was finally happening, huh? Whatever was inside the portal had learned you could see far more of the world if you came out.
Blaise stood at the top of the corridor, his quill furiously scribbling away at all that happened around him while he stood, staring at the sight before him. What happened to Tenacious was his entire reasoning for finding the curfews dumb. Something WAS happening, and his Prefect was no closer to saving his life than he was. So what was the point of having them accompany them around again? Them both dying? Clearly.
The Fifth Year didn't draw his wand to cast spells like the others had, instead, he made his way behind the Professor, eyes transfixed on the monster that had finally made its debut.
This...would make....a BRILLIANT story when they all got out of here--because they would, y'know. That was how Hogwarts worked. Bad things happened then it got fixed and they got summer vacation. Was anyone here up for an interview when this was all done? "What do we do about it, Professor?" He wasn't willing to cast, but he'd be damned if he missed out on this action.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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