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Oct. 16th, 2005 12:17 amThe front door swings open, and in walk Bernard and Nymphadora. They're both pale, and look incredibly weary.
The witch seats herself carefully in an armchair and presses the heels of her hands into her eyes.
"Shit."
The witch seats herself carefully in an armchair and presses the heels of her hands into her eyes.
"Shit."