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Minerva had run from the practice room to the Professor's office. She started pounding on the door. "PROFESSOR, PROFESSOR PLEASE PROFESSOR OUR PRACTICE ROOM, PROFESSOR.."
Isabelle nearly had steam coming out of her ears. Messing with her things was not something anyone should ever attempt, especially something as precious as a photo of her daughter.
She was busily scourgifying it when there was a loud banging on her door. Sighing, she gritted her teeth, and went to open it.
"Yes, what?" Oh. She was confronted by a frantic Minerva, shouting something about the practice room. She looked down at her framed photo and frowned, before looking back up at the Hufflepuff.
"Calm down, and tell me what you're on about. What about the practice room?"