sugary sweet Evil Pastry Lady
Robert hitched the strap of his satchel higher up on his shoulder as he ran toward the Room of Requirement. He was soooo late. Skidding to a stop in front of the blank wall he walked back and forth until the door appeared and hurried inside to find Liz pacing. "Liz...I'm so sorry. I lost track of time..." He threw his bag off his shoulder next to hers and smiled, "So...what first?"
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