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4th Floor Common Room - Monday Evening
Edmund wasn't sure why he felt compelled to cook an ever-growing pile of grilled cheese sandwiches, but the pan was still hot and he kept making more. They were always good cold, he reasoned, and really, doing something was better than watching the very strange, badly dubbed Japanese game show on television.
The smell of grilled cheese wafted out of the room and down the hall. Mmm grilled cheese. There might have even been cans of tomato soup in the cupboards.
The smell of grilled cheese wafted out of the room and down the hall. Mmm grilled cheese. There might have even been cans of tomato soup in the cupboards.

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Why, hello Uther!
"And I won't change things, Arthur will. I'll just be there to help him when he needs it."
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Then took a breath before responding to the rest more calmly. "In Camelot, even the simplest magic is condemned. Healing, speaking with a sorcerer or someone accused of being a sorcerer, even someone such as me who had no choice in having their abilities are all death sentences under the King's laws. The only enemies he makes are the ones he creates."
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God help anyone who actually believed them about this holiday.
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