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Gabben 
*Knocking on the door Jacen didn't wait Cece to allow him in. Before he walked inside he saw someone in his way. It was that little kid from the train. What was his name again?... Oh well it didn't matter, what did matter was he remembered what the boy had done.*
"Broom boy right? Must be a player to come calling so early to a healer. Need the broom I bet. I didn't get a chance to see what model you had?"
... a player? Like Quidditch? The second year blinked a few times.
"Yes. I'm West Odessa. I'm a player." Like Quidditch.
"And my broom is custom-made, by Vannacutt." Obviously.
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The1HBIC To say Cece was tired was an understatement. After being up most of the night taking care of those cry babies kids who need to learn how to use a portkey all she wanted to do right now was sleep for a week.
That wasn't going to happen any time soon though because she had summoned West and Jacen to her office... and it seems as if they were there. Or at least someone was there since there was banging on the door.
Too tired to get up and open the door she pointed her wand at it and opened it from her seat. "Come in boys."
West went in first. Did she want him to sit? The Slytherin scratched his ear and scuffed one foot.
"Morning Healer Tillstorm." If she was in one piece, surrrrreeeeeely his broom was?