The Harpy of Hogwarts | Dungeon Mistress | Bimba di Serpeverde
Hecate summoned a few more ingredients from her stores to her hands. It was like music the way her hands would prep each ingredient without even looking. "Do you want to share with me how it happened then, Miss Head Girl?" She asked as she stirred the potion. The fumes of the potions were traveling upward in a pretty spiral.
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