:: Ganymede stopped in front of a painting by Da Vinci. It seemed magical. She leaned over to her friends and whispered, "Was he a wizard?" He certainly seemed the type. The way he acted with Muggles was so strange. "Or perhaps a Squib? He tried to make a flying machine" She added in a even lower whisper. He had the look of an old wizard. She waited to see what her friends thought of the idea. ::
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