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15. Room
Minerva looked up at the portraits of past Headmasters on the wall. She didn’t feel right sitting in this desk. Albus should still be sitting here, not her. She looked around the room. It was nice, but it wasn’t for her. She was rather tempted to go back to her old office, but she had business to attend to. School business, that only she as Headmistress could take care of. Minerva let out a sigh and looked at the wall, where Albus’s portrait would soon be hanging. This room would never really feel right to her.
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