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... s of Beauxbâtons’ Charms Hall, casting rippling patterns of gold and blue across the polished floor. The room smelled faintly of old parchment, honeyed wood polish, and the odd wisp of magical residue from yesterday’s enchantments. Eira entered with her books hugged close to her chest, her white hair tied neatly behind her with a silver ribbon. Marin was right beside her, humming under his breath and occasionally glancing around as if hoping the desks might start flying for fun.
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