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Her last first lesson for the year in Transfiguration!
"Good day, Professor!" Rachel greeted the rather old respectful and elderly teacher who was smiling like a Cheshire Cat, only not as freakishly. Raising her messenger bag over her head, she sat down at a table relatively close to the middle of the classroom and began arranging her hair - it ALWAYS got messed up because of the awful draft that Hogwarts always seemed to have.
Eh, well. She loved the castle all the same.
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but I don't have to write them in ink_____
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