Miss Hardbroom is grading potions essays in her now-empty classroom, looking stoic and stern as ever. Classes had ended for the day and she’s had more than enough of her young students’ foolish antics, especially after one of the students in her last class ruined their potion and exploded their cauldron. There’s a quiet knock on the door and she has to hold back a scowl at her moment of peace being broken. Still, without looking up from her grading, she replies with a firm, cold Enter.
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