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Anya hurried up the stairs and past the Great Hall. She was supposed to meet Emily in classroom seven so they could get it ready for the first meeting of the Dead Girls Club, but she had lost track of time. Books and wand in hand, she walked quickly into the classroom.
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Anya stepped out into the hall, checked to make sure no one was nearby, then closed the door and turned to the statue of a woman in a cloak. She pointed her wand at the statue and said "Custodio", then pointed at the door and said "Portus", then added the password "Hopscotch". Nothing appeared to happen, but when she tried to open the door, her hand slid away from the handle. With a laugh, she quickly turned back to the statue, and repeated the password. This time she was able to grasp the handle and open the door. "Hey! It worked!"
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She returned to the decorating books. "I wonder if I can make a coffee table out of that bench. It does not look very complicated." She tapped her wand on the bench and muttered a few words. The bench shimmered, rose a few inches from the floor, spun around so that Emily had to jump backwards, and then landed with a thud. A change could however be spotted in that it now had a quite lovely pattern of intricate windling plants and the occasional carved butterfly running up and down its legs. The rest of it did remain a very dull school bench. Emily shook her head. "Always these butterflies... But at least it is a start."
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This time it went more smoothly. The wood that the bench was made of changed from birch to cherry, became smoother and shinier. The bench flattened out to a more coffee table shape, the legs slendered while still keeping its new pattern. If one wanted to be very picky one could point out that one leg was a good quarter of an inch shorter than the others and that the piece looked a little clumsily made, but it was still, without a shadow of a doubt, a working coffee table.
Emily opened her eyes again, and a wide smile spread across her face. "It worked!" She noticed the faults and wrinkled her nose. "Oh well, nothing is perfect..."
She turned her attention to the chairs and asked: "Do you want any help with those?"
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