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Being trampled by a frantic group of practice dummies was probably karma, right? Cece figured as much as she picked herself up off the ground, ears adjusting to the sudden lack of screams filling the air. She’d hated every minute of that, but at least now maybe class was o-
Oh.
She really needed to know better. Hope wasn’t going to be a thing this term.
Rosier’s path to the tech lounge was familiar and the fifth year realized where they were going well before they’d arrived. She just hoped Schmoe wasn’t there to see this. Poor Schmoe. He’d forgive them, wouldn’t he?
Not wanting to risk a hex in her direction, Cece obediently entered the room and looked around. So much destruction already. It made her big old heart hurt. Moving towards the muggle board games, she tried not to think of childhood memories where she’d played with her grandpa and trained her wand, first on Monopoly. ”Bombarda!”
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