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Brad watched Anthony, judging his every movement. He was glad the boos was on the same page as him. This could be more disastrous if they weren't. Mainly cuz Bradley wasn't one to keep his mouth shut about these sorts of things.
He raised an eyebrow, watching as Anthony wrote out a note. He took the paper and smirked as he read over the words. Brad nodded at Anthony before pulling his wand out and lighting the piece of parchment on fire.
"So where is this Mr. Epitah and the other healers anyways?" Because obviously they were going to bring their own people.
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