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Finishing her memory book entry, Timila walked into the Great Hall and scanned the place around. For one, she knew she'd go see Conrad later in the evening. As well as her brother, Natalia, and Chris. Oh, and of course, Brady, and Alice. But first, she decided to just lounge at her house table one last time. As she sat in a spot, memories of her first year began coming back to her. The long train ride, the boats where she had made her first friends, and when she was sorted. Ah, all those good times. Taking out a pencil and parchment, Tim began to doodle again.
__________________ I don't bend easy, budge or break;
Trust me, you don't want it with the female Scarface; |