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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 7:53 pm
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{{Sad.... I thought I was pretty...... that was the irony in sizing up Summer..... ahhh well...}} Meteniera looked Selena square in the eyes, realizing that she looked familiar, creepily so. Her age of 28 did not mean that she was not wise. She had seen Prof. Beroliza before. She smiled back, slightly sadistically, delighted at the challenge of unearthing this teacher's secrets. Then she turned to Prof. Fortina. "Why hello, Prof. Fortina. Nice to see you again. Obviously you found your way from your room to the staff room. You see," she explained to the others," she thought that my room was hers, and came in and started moving my desks. I was.... less than kind to her, but all is well." She took a sip of tea and looked over the room as the cup touched her lips. She thought to herself: It's better than Durmstrang. Just tell yourself that and bear it. Where have I seen Miss Selena before????
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