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Rachel made her way leisurely to Arithmancy, aware of the fact that she was ridiculously early. For some reason, she had not estimated the three minutes it took to get from the Ravenclaw Tower to the classroom incorrectly and was now suffering the consequences. Eh - Shackleton was ni- NO! It's Shackleton-CLARK! She was nice, anyhow. "Hello Professor!" the sixth year greeted her Professor as she entered the classroom, her bright smile almost immediately turning into a frown as she noticed Professor Shackleton-Clark's demeanor. Taking the fact that she was one of the first in the class a given, she slowly made her way towards her favourite seat by the windows, looking worriedly at her professor as she walked.
What happened to her?
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