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Gillyweed approached the History of Magic classroom with her usual calm demeanour, though her eyes immediately darted toward the cloth-draped mystery by the door. Curiosity tugged at the corners of her mind, but she quietly offered Professor Fergersnout a warm smile before quietly slipping into a seat near Aryan and Sloane.
As she unpacked her textbook, quill, ink, and a piece of parchment, her fingers paused mid-motion at the sight of the coloured markers and gel pens sitting on her desk. She tilted her head, mildly intrigued, though she didn't pick them up—assuming they were for some later creative activity. For now, she stuck with the familiar comfort of her quill.
Her brown eyes drifted back to the table by the door, narrowing as she examined the way the cloth sagged. Whatever was beneath, she concluded that it wasn't just one thing. That only made the cogs in her mind churn more.
"What do you think's under there?" she whispered to Aryan and Sloane, leaning in just slightly, though her gaze never left the table.
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