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Was Archer pumped for this bonfire? Of course! Especially with the promise that literally anything could happen now that the Scrimgeour regime was over. The feast had proven that, what with Babou running around and the whole spiked pumpkin juice incident. Yes indeed, it was an exciting time. And it was in this spirit that she had chosen her outfit: a tastefully short cropped t-shirt bearing the name of some long dead band (The Police), tapered-leg jeans and a pair of ankle boots; the high pony and sparse jewelry (including a shining belly ring shaped like a tiny pair of handcuffs) tying the look together perfectly.
Oops, there were not one but two professors here. Something that she hadn't been counting on. Oh well, maybe they wouldn't notice? At least one of them was one of the cool ones. "Hey, everyone!" she greeted nonchalantly, plopping down on one of the hay bales, briefly scratching a spot on her leg.
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