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Rachel walked into Transfiguration holding her heavy book with one of her hands so that it wouldn't tear her shoulder and her wand in the other. Heeding the professor's words, she took a seat on the left front corner of the room, dropping her bag as lightly as she could on the floor.
Sighing in relief and massaging her aching shoulder, she took a seat and smiled at the professor. "Good morning, professor," she greeted her with a smile, glad to be back at learning Transfiguration.
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