Crafty
It seemed like forever since Torie had been at Hogwarts. It had been another long summer, full of work and very little time for play. This, her seventh year at Hogwarts, couldn't have come quickly enough. Torie had changed a little bit over the summer, gotten more mature and sure of herself. She was determined to leave a mark on the school this year, a lasting memory that she had been here. She pulled on her school robes briefly, then gave the password to the fat lady who swung open the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. She stepped inside and breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was back to normal at last. She was home.
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