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The tiniest of objects rolled out of the boot and clinked on the floor by her other foot. Curiously she attempted to bend over to pick it up, hopping on one leg as she tried to regain her balance which in such a fanciful robe was quite a difficult task to accomplish. Once upright again she glanced into her boot again to make sure there was nothing else to surprise her when a voice from the other side of the tree slightly startled her.
Madam? Heavens, did the boy think she was ancient enough to be considered a Madam? “Professor” she corrected, not sternly but with emphasis. And what a strange question. “As much as my feet don’t smell, I wouldn’t want my nose subjected to the boots' deep dark depths,” she chortled. She continued hopping until her boot was levitated back to the ground where she zipped it back up again. “Stone in the boot.” she explained simply to the fourth year.
“Now what in Merlin are you doing out here so early?” In her experience these young lads typically didn’t venture out of their dorm rooms until five minutes before their first lesson which usually meant they were up to something.
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