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- Rowan Wand 15" Essence of Fang of a Basilisk
Henri casually walked into the Great with the calmest look most people would never expect someone returning to school would ever have. Butterflies fluttered around heavily in Henri's stomach, but he tried not to show how nervous he was. He set his suitcases down beside him as he stood at the Entrance hall looking around.
Henri wondered if anyone he used to hang out with in his first year would remember him at all. He knew that he could never possibly forget any of them.
"This place hasn't changed a bit."
Henri wondered if anyone he used to hang out with in his first year would remember him at all. He knew that he could never possibly forget any of them.
"This place hasn't changed a bit."