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... t of simmered valerian root still clinging to Eira’s robes from that day’s Potions class. She had left her cauldron spotless, Professor Velasco’s approving nod still fresh in her mind. Outside, the early winter sun painted long shadows across the Beauxbâtons gardens.
Her desk was a small island of order—inkpot, quills neatly aligned, and a stack of neatly folded parchments waiting to be answered. She had barely settled into her chair when a soft pop broke the silence.
A folded bu ...
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