Another day, another shift, and Cox found himself once again trying to invent new ways to keep himself busy amidst beds of Hosue Elves. Today, he was practicing his aim by magically hurling pencils, like darts, towards a chart he'd pinned up on the far wall of the Wing.
Agnes's face might have been on it, but he'd charmed it to change to JD's if
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