Well, that escalated rapidly. Very rapidly.
Analiese grabbed her quill and rewrote the motive on her report. She didn't notice that her handwriting was hardly readable. And that's when her ink pot toppled over. Her elbow had accidentally hit it when she was writing. The ink spilt all over her parchment and her robes. What a dramatic lesson. She slowly raised her hand. "Headmaster, I uh... spilt my ink pot." She wiped the ink off her hands using a clean part of her robes. The young Ravenclaw returned the ink pot to its usual position and picked up her quill. She grabbed a spare piece of parchment and did the next activity. She chose Viktor Mikailov and tried to think of a suitable question.
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