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There was always shouting in the Gryffindor Common. At least, it felt like there was always yelling in the common room. Someone hurling a spell for show or retaliation, children convincing themselves the floor was lava, a creature or three that had no business being there. Yes, there was usually something going on in here.
It was for this reason that the headmaster didn't immediately react when he heard someone--Flamsteed?--casting over in the game corner.
Then he remembered they were inside, with several others and that students had a habit of being on the wrong side of spells even when they weren't actively trying to be. Gray eyes moved over in time to see the flash of light and...vines.
Again?
Merlin's beard, this is getting bothersome." The Headmaster said, approaching the pair by the pinball machine. "You cut one and three more seem to grow." If he remembered correctly, it had been only a few nights ago he'd come to check on the lions after curfew to find the vines creeping in through the window. A quick bout of diffindo had him thinking the matter was solved but apparently not.
"Beginning to think this cutting charm isn't making much difference." He considered aloud, seeing this as the boy's first plan of action.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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