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Post by Prof. Filius Flitwick on Jun 19, 2009 9:09:09 GMT
*Taps his fingers, which leaves the oakdoor wide open. Scuttles into the office, and throws himself into the couch posited next to the rutty wardrobe. Mutters things to himself in frustration.*
*Removes his overcoat and drops it next to him on the floor.*
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