 Frangelina || twitter addict || Music of the Sun || The Fresh Princess of Bellaire
Oh now there was knocking. Pfft. She'd let the woman stay in there a bit longer, until it all soaked in. She giggled quietly to herself but made no attempts to open the door. Instead the charms professor conjured up a chair just outside the door and relaxed, crossing her legs while she was at it.
Yep the room worked like a charm. Giggle.
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