Simkin was bored. Very, very bored. This was probably not a good thing, especially since he'd spent the last few months as either a whomping willow, a teapot, or a broom. This meant that he'd exhausted one of his favourite things to do
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"I say sir, it's awfully loutish of you to sneak up on me like that. The name's Simkin, by the way. Are you sure we haven't met?"
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Simkin paused for a second, as if in thought. "Anyway, it's not that important. What brings you into these hallways?"
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