2. Muggle Studies
It was a muggle book. The Meditations by Marcus Aurelius. The cover was purple with a space feel and it felt thin in Maisie’s hand. She was used to huge, thick books covered in dust and spilled potions ingredients. She’d ordered it from the Witch Halls, a strange place full of muggle products from Amazon. Maisie wasn’t sure if that meant the river Amazon or something else. Logically, something else. She sighed. She was getting distracted again. You were supposed to clear your head of all the junk. Maisie focussed on her breathing again, wriggling a little on the cushion.
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