Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Slowly Helenia took out her wand as she neared madame malkins, she stopped in front of it and forced her way into the shop, picking up a bit of everything, pocketing it in her extendable bag and walking out of the shop and turned back on her original plan of action, heading down to the leaky cauldron. She pushed the door open and made her way to the bar, one butterbeer please she said to Tom the barkeep and a room for the week? she asked, once she was sitting on one of the stools
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