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Tomasina Riddle Paris couldn't believe this game. She had to hand it to the crazy old coot. this was a pretty cool game. She was creeping down the corridors with her wand drawn and at the ready to hit anything, red, blue or yellow she saw. She ducked behind a suit of armor when she saw Jake. She hated to do this, but she had. She directed a weak tripping jinx at him. She didn't want to hurt him or cause him to hurt himself.
As Jake backed up, he seemed to encounter the very thing he was trying to escape from.
"ACK! PROTEGO!" Jake shouted as he fell, but it was too late, and he was down.
"EVIL!" Jake shouted, springing back up. What did he do now? Fight back? Eat the culprit? Who
was the culprit?
"Helloooooo?"