 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
She was ready. Nora was ready to get out of the confines of the castle and its grounds, especially now that everything -- the written accounts, memories, and photographs -- had been collected. All were secured in a handbag, which was hidden in the pocket of her robes to not raise suspicion.
Not that there would be any reason for her being out and about with Professor Sabra to be worthy of questioning. Though, if anyone asked, she was simply serving detention for the woman. By the Whomping Willow of all places.
And the blonde was playing her part. Her eyes took note of the tree's branches swaying violently and then looked to the professor, waiting for instruction just in case they were being watched or someone came by.
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