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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Amy came into the arts room, mostly to get away from her studies, but also to practice her painting. Over the holidays she'd had some lessons, but hadn't been able to come practice. She put her bag down and pulled out a picture of the beach back home. She knew it would take her forever to paint...
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