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Maxie was waiting for the professor. he calmed by now, to the point where he was much more fearful than angry.
What was going to happen? would Professor Carmine be kind or cruel? would she throw him in detention? take away his quidditch rights? make him burn his sneakers? fight him to the death? bury him in legal fees? take him to the headmaster? any and all of those scenarios seemed plausible and terrifying in their own way. Maxie fidgeted, wriggling by an uncaring work bench.
This wait was killing him.
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