 Canon Niffler || Neville's Yorkshire Pudding | | Teddy's Biographer || P + R = ♥
Pandora followed, wand out and lit. If the the centaurs had not felt Santana's spell, they would probably hear the group coming. While she was trying be as quiet as possible, snapping twigs underfoot was unavoidable. Pandora stayed focused, trying to see into the gloom.
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