When Analiese entered the Room of Requirement, she was startled. A meadow. How... interesting. She almost silently greeted the centaur. "Good morning, sir." The mist was certainly affecting her mood. She was very quiet, unlike her normal, out-going self. The young Claw noiselessly walked towards a stump. She took a seat and placed her book bag by her leg. She observed her surroundings, her face expressionless. The 12-year-old slightly raised her eyebrow at the grass swaying harmlessly, despite the lack of a breeze. How much better would get mood be if she went to Beauxbatons, like her mum had suggested? Much better.
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