 ::squawks:: Rhinestone Ravvie
Squeak.
Step.
Squeak.
Step.
And so it went as Broccoli crossed the common room. He was coming down from the boy's dorms and paced a bit in the common room by a window. He had his hands shoved into his pockets and Henry VIII in his back pocket as was customary. The squeak matched every left step that he was taking. "A frog's easy," he muttered to himself. "But where am I going to get some silk?"
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