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Anonymous
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A nervous little first year running through the seventh-floor corridor to get to my common room I pass a curious tapestry and decide to slow down. It appears to contain trolls in tutus and I laugh quietly to myself. then I hear voices from around the corner, and they do not sound happy. I need somewhere to hide I think to my slef immediately. I trun around and a door I did not notice before is on the opposite side of the corridor. I run over and throw myself in, undetected.