Michel, as always it seemed, was on the search for Evie. Did she even know she had a History of Magic exam in a month? Better yet, did she even care? He had told her he wouldn't let her fail, though, if it was one thing he did before he left school. He traipsed down to the Ravenclaw common room, books held lovingly to his chest. After all, he didn'
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