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Originally Posted by Seeker_Seven He'd caught only a snatch of muffled conversation when the door he was leaning on suddenly fell open. Tag staggered momentarily in surprise before catching himself on a chair (which was occupied by a rather huffy looking girl). He looked up to find himself the object of attention of what appeared to be a secret society meeting. Maybe they behead disrupters of their evil plan. . . the Slytherin looks capable. . .
Tag straightened himself, fully aware that he'd lost all sense of dignity. Remember the mission. "I need to have a word, Professor! Our Captain's lost her marbles!," he blurted out. "Isn't Lainey your head of house?!" Rosalie hissed, feeling irritated that she was being interruted in the middle of a convorsation that mattered. Sure, she loved Quidditch as much as the next person, but this was ridiculus.
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