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âReally? Really?â Amelia scoffed, looking at the other and shaking her head in disbelief that they didnât even try to hide what they were doing. She was a Prefect afterall. âIâm standing right here.â
âLet it go, Ames,â Molly whispered over the shoulder of her friend, chuckling a little as she caught sight of the younger students making out. While it was something they shouldâve kept to themselves, it was winter. Everyone was pairing up; scenes like this were to be expected. âThey hardly notice you. Iâd either dock house points now or just walk away.â
















