"He... Hello, Professor," Maisie said. It was super chilly today, so the little Ravenclaw was bundled up in a thick cloak. She was wearing an oversized Ravenclaw scarf and had her satchel swinging at her hip. It was blue with hand-embroidered silver stars. It reminded Maisie of the night sky, and her mother, a magical seamstress. Maisie had methodically gone through her bag before leaving the castle, checking she had parchment and ink, a quill and a spare quill, her textbook... Her dragonhide gloves (the one fabric her mother could do nothing with), were swinging from the strap.
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