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"I... what?" Doyle said, coming out of deep thought, his hand going to his cheek and rubbing it furiously. "I was talking to one of the prefects who didn't show up for the meeting," he explained, straightening out his suit. "And I've only got to toss on my robes." He was flustered and embarrassed that Nora Leiden, of all people, had been the one to catch him in such a state, even though it wasn't anything like it appeared.
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