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Post by Francis Eric Thorne on Feb 20, 2011 1:19:08 GMT
Miss G Stark,
I request your presence in my classroom, Room 34 on the Fourth floor, this Saturday at ten o clock AM. You've been a very bad girl and you need punishing. Consider this your detention.
Sincerely,
Professor F.E. Thorne |
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Post by Genevieve Stark on Feb 21, 2011 1:42:51 GMT
Gen was on her way across the grounds to the greenhouses for her Herbology class when a tawny Hogwarts owl came swooping down towards her with a letter neatly rolled up and tied to its leg. She retrieved the piece of parchment quite hastily and read it before any of her friends had time to inquire about it. She couldn't help the smirk that painted itself upon her lips at Francis' words. This was the day they had been waiting for, a Hogsmeade weekend spent alone at the castle while everyone else was out spending a carefree day elsewhere. It promised to be a magical day indeed.
After sending the owl on its way, she stuffed the note in her robe pocket and rejoined her classmates on their trek to the greenhouses. Her mind so deeply immersed in daydreams about the coming weekend that there was no possible way she'd be learning anything in class today.
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