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A small chuckle left her mouth when Melanie suggested that IMPS must have been a cake-walk in comparison to the horror of last term. "Cake-walk is an understatement," Regina replied. "Unlike portals to alternate universes and beasts waiting within, with the competition there is organisation and safety precautions. Still a lot of work nevertheless."
The little smile that tugged on the woman's lips didn't go unnoticed. A small smile of her own played on Regina's lips, though for a different reason. The History of Magic professor didn't want to touch anything. "You know me well, Melanie," the headmistress stated with a smirk, forgoing to tell the woman standing there with her arms crossed where she could place her fingers. There were ways to discover the few safe spots if she really wanted to. "A number of students do wind up in here from time to time. There have been a few occasions I've had to undo my little tricks."
Always be vigilant. Those Brits quickly learned that lesson from her because of this room.
Ugh. That wink was absolutely repulsive, as was the idea of Melanie Williams transferring to Hogwarts. She didn't display that emotion and simply laughed off what the woman was saying. "If I remember correctly, you weren't exactly the best at Ancient Runes. Better stick with the history books." Then, as an afterthought, she jokingly added, "And Merlin knows how long your brother would survive without you by his side."
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