From down the corridor and through the ajar door of her office, Lolita Domingo had heard a sort of tune. Curious, she had exited the room and made her way down the hallway. When she rounded a corner, she came upon a small boy. Lying on the floor. GASP. He was going to get his clothing dirty! What an awful fashion faux pas to make.
She didn't recognise the boy. At least she knew that he had not attended any Arithmancy lessons. But he looked small enough to be a first or second year, so that was not altogether surprising. "An odd place to do homework, don't you think?"
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