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It was the most Marce could do to hold her fists back as she watched him push his way through the door and stand by the bottom of the staircase, looking rather pompous, pleased with himself.
"If you children will excuse me, I have to see Dumbledore about a pressing matter. Business with the order, nothing for you petty creatures to concern your minds over." he added, a cocky grin creeping onto his face as he watched their faces fall. |