"Blahblah, number six, blah thirteen, blahblahblah." The 'blahs' were nearly becoming a little song for the 6th year. Piper was dangerously close to burning her Arithmancy book right there in the classroom. Why she'd stayed in it, she may never quite remember. Oh, right, she wanted out of Astronomy and Mother Dearest demanded six classes on Piper's
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"I've never had so many headaches."
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"At least you'll be away from them soon enough. I'm stuck here with a whole new set next year, and without you all at the same time. It will be a dreadful year."
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