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At length and at last, spring sprang.
It's only now that we realise we've been holding our breath for month after shivering month of gravitating round chipped radiators and disappearing into elephant-skin school coats- really cuts a dash, our uniform.
I'm facing my first ever detention- it's not getting rumbled for going home early that annoys me so much as the fact that we'd made it all the way to the station and thought we were home free, when- "GIRLS!"
Miss Clarke apparated out of nowhere.
So close, and yet so far.