 Wowza!
Scribble, scribble, scribble.
Done quickly with the short and rather easy test, Willow read all her answers for the fifth time to see if there were any mistakes she had overlooked during the first four.
Hm. Well, everything seemed to be alright. To her.
Shrugging her dainty shoulders lightly, the seventeen year old stood up, handed over her completed test, waved goodbye to Anna Greingoth's mother, and Mr and Mrs Masterson, and headed back to where her portkey was located.
And, after touching it lightly and feeling the tugging sensation on her stomach, she was gone.
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