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The bluebell flames were a nice touch, one Archer would not have expected from this particular professor. Also nice was the fact that she didn't have to drag herself up seven flights of stairs plus a ladder just to get to class. Not so nice, however, was the fact that this professor and his dictator buddy were not only eating up valuable sleeping time in the mornings with the S.O.R.E., but now also their evening free time with classes. So, it was with the absence of a smile that she followed the flickering blue flame trail to the lake.
Reaching the spot the divination professor had chosen, she was again surprised, this time by the sight of a large bonfire. "Good evening, Professor Fletcher. We having a little 'bonfire of the vanities?'" The last part was said with a small chuckle. And yes, she quickly found her own name and stood in front of the log in question. Which she found ridiculous, the assigned seating. They were teenagers, not delinquents. They could be trusted to find their own seats.
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