Pandora sat at the Ravenclaw table, a quill in their hand and some parchment in front of them. If anyone were to look over their shoulder they would surely think they were doodling, or finishing up a late assignment. Anyone who knew Pandora though, would know they were working on some new spell that had popped into their head at breakfast. They were so focused on the new spell in fact, that they didn’t notice when someone sat across from them.
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