Tell Them I'm Trapped in an Oil Painting
Thankful to be high on the wall, well out of reach of the pink creature horde, the seventh-floor corridor portrait inhabitants let out various squeals, gasps, and fearful phrases as they watched a pink fluffy run past. Word of what happened to the Slytherin and Hufflepuff tables as well as the consumed professor had traveled their way and they didn’t wish to be the next victims.
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