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Exams, part four, Pink
3. Transfiguration.
“Just breathe Hannah, it’ll be fine.”
Neville’s nerves were bad enough, but he had seen his calm, confident girlfriend turn into a nervous jelly.
“Abbot, Hannah”
She grimaced and walked into the Transfiguration exam. Minutes later there was a loud squeal from inside the hall.
Neville looked at Dean. “I think I recognise that squeal.”
Dean tried not to laugh.
Over the next ten minutes a flock of flamingoes were carried from the the hall. Eventually, Hannah emerged, pink in the face and wishing that she had vanishing sickness so that no-one would be able to look at her ever again.
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