After years of stories, friendship, and shared history, HNZ has entered its archive era.
Thank you to every member, professor, prefect, shopkeeper, club leader, GM, and admin who helped build this community.
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Only the last rose remained. Elisabeth was already tired, even starting to ache from the big run, that she had already taken the last steps very slowly and without much haste, that she had finally reached the castle and entered the Great Hall. She looked toward Gryffindor's desk to go there and...
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