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At precisely 3.55 PM on the Wednesday afternoon, Haraldur was finished placing all equipment on the benches surrounding the Locker Room.
There were the jerseys organized by House in four piles, a large trunk of shoulder and shinpads, one with gloves and goggles and a few trunks which, in all honesty, he hadn't quite had the time to go through yet. He might have gone overboard by ordering everything, but he didn't want to see his teams sporting old equipment.
He knocked a few times with his fingers on the horn around his neck before he decided to start unpacking the other things as well, at least until the players arrived.
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