 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
There was a box. There was a box on a stool. There was a box on a stool and Charlotte Kettleburn was twitching with her hands carefully behind her back.
There was something about unlabeled and mysterious boxes and trunks and crates and anything really, which her Gryffindor self just couldn't resist. Curiously, she crept closer and eyeballed it, her initial excitement for a curse-breaking class was completely forgotten because WHAT WAS IN THE BOOOOX!!!!???!
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