 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
The girl's response was expected. She knew the answers to all of her questions before they were even said. It was just disappointing though considering how convenient this floor of the castle had been to her with its many rooms and the simple fact that no one had intruded on her when she was blowing things up. It was just annoying that she was going to have to find a new place where no one would interrupt her.
A sigh escaped her body when her sleeve was pulled on. Cornelia lingered, however. Her eyes darting from whoever this girl was to the Alliance people and back to the girl. What she said about them hurting pure-bloods was factual, but she disagreed entirely with the unspoken insinuation, whether intentional or not, that her own presence would annoy them. If anything, she was sure they would be thrilled she was so eager to blow things up. Her developing mind was being influenced.
Nevertheless, there was no room for arguing against the Ravenclaw's words of wisdom. "Fine," she eventually uttered, deciding that it wasn't worth taking a risk just to use a particular room when there were plenty others in the school. "Let's go."
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