 ♫ ♥ Where are my garters?! / hyphens-are-cool / THE NORTH GATE ♥ ♫
Trying to wring out the dark curls that were now plastered to her head, Helena walked uncomfortably to the Slytherin table. It was quite full, as they had just all emerged from the dungeons soaking wet, but she found a seat easy enough and, becoming frustrated, pulled out her wand and began steam-drying everything from her robes to her hair.
__________________ Welcome to the jungle.__________________________________Everything's going to change.
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