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Slamming around 10 books onto one of the old, worn , wooden library desks, she heaved a sigh and then stammered, "I cant take this much longer, there just has to be a way to get him out." She then plnked herself on a chair and started to shuffle through the index of a book called, "How to appeal against a ruling by the Wizengamot."
Letting her hair down, she dug deep into her pocket and handed her the note Darrin had slipped her. "It's from Dumbledore, concerning the sentence he's been given. Something along the lines of a decade, if not more.." she coughed, due partly to the dust and to the anxiety. "No wonder why he was so pleased to give it to me." she hissed, flicking through the pages. |