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Argh. This kid was pretty smart. Probably smarter than he was already. Well, thinking about it.. that wasn't really a difficult thing to achieve. Bleh. She was right though, it was a lot to ask eight of them to solve this thing and get Hogwarts back. But being the stubborn boy he was, Clifford still disliked that other Gryffindor girl being there.. and any others that planned on showing up.
"The letter 'T'. Okay, that seems to make sense." He nodded, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he looked over the clues she was pointing out. Her's looked a whole lot simplier than his. Lucky ducky. "It seems we're all ending up with letters." He mumbled thoughtfully, remembering how Ryan had figured out Cale's was a 'W' back up in the library.
"I'm still kinda unsure about mine." He admitted sheepishly. Darn. Was he the only one who hadn't figured it out yet? Trust Clifford to be the slowest. "Well, mine seemed to lead me to a person rather than a letter.. but it's probably just me missing something.." He did have a rather small brain after all. ".. see.. you've got to find the right yang to your yin.." He read, pointing to the words on his parchment as he recited it. ".. soft like a ginger bloom.. hard like a gun.. blah blah blah."
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