1.3 Trapped
this is just a bit of rambling writing, I'm doing for fun. Sorry for any errors.
Hermione sat under the flap of her tent, her arms wrapped around her knees, holding the cloak snugly about her for warmth. A few feet away, her fire danced from the breeze that blew up from the cliffs, carrying the scent of the sea with it. The end of her
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