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Bazinga
Minerva headed down the familiar corridor towards one of her favorite professors office. She walked with her bag over her shoulder until she made it to the door. Knowing exactly what she needed today she knocked on the door. She wanted to help her younger friend, but she just couldn't find the answer in her book. Hopefully it wouldn't be a weird enough question that the professor would think she was nuts.
Having been passing her door at the time of the knock, Isabelle was in the perfect place to open it herself. Which she did. To be confronted by the sight of a young Hufflepuff waiting the other side.
"Miss Wheatborn, do come in."