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The Narrator
Just outside the stable doors sits a wooden bench. Upon the bench a horse brush has been left out. Are those flaxen colored hairs still clinging to the bristles?
Just as she'd stuffed the Augery feather into her pocket, LouAnn headed outside the stable doors to take a few more glances around. When she did so, her eyes fell upon a horse brush that someone had laid upon a bench. She started to turn away from the site, but stopped when she caught site of---was that? Oh, it was! Eyes gleaming with happiness, LouAnn reached over and scooped up a few of the flaxen-colored hairs slightly clinging to the brush. She felt her pockets, which were both full of random items she'd picked up on her journey throughout the school. She had to be at least halfway finished with that list by now!