Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

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Tony'd been getting pretty good at the Come To Me spell but he needed to practice with longer distances and heavier objects. That's why after rehearsal he was at the far end of the second floor common room, staring at a ten pound bag of flour.

He took a deep breath, focused on the object and spoke the seven syllables of the spell. The flour flew off the counter, up into the air and suddenly exploded. Flour drifted down like snowflakes all over the room. Tony swore.

Welcome to an early Winter Wonderland.

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