★ wannabe historian ★ Baekry
Jule walked into the great hall, grateful the flooding and her wound was healed. She headed towards the front benches with the rest of the first years. She saw Vicky and Thomas sitting there already, but for some reason, she kept her distance and sat anywhere on the front bench.
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