follow me; everything is all right.
The moments ticked by after the message confirming a date for the Hogsmeade weekend had been sent, every second seeming more like hours to the professors holding the golden coins. The short but tense wait is finally interrupted as the coins burn again.
Another message is coming through. As soon as the coin is picked up, the letters on it rearrange themselves to form three reassuring words that they'd been waiting for: We'll be there.
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