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Cassandra let out a frustrated huff as she plopped down at a vacant seat. “I swear to Merlin, the next sexual comment I hear about my bloody costume, someone’s going to get set on fire,” she rolled her eyes and took a sip of her butterbeer. “Realistically though, I don’t understand how people can actually fight crime or be a cat burglar in an outfit like this.”













