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Being carried bridal-style by Clarina, who was sprinting full-speed like a horse possessed, was probably the most humiliating thing she’d experienced this week—and that included getting whacked in the face with a pillow.

As they sped down the corridor, Verena desperately tried to remember where the staff room even was.

Was it left at the courtyard? No, wait, past the Planetarium? Or was it tucked behind the East Tower where the creepy statue of that old headmaster was?

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