Blythe House remembered ushering John onto his train, tuning out his usual complaints about how trains were too slow and how some idiot was going to do some such thing that would surely make him late. She remembered turning away from the distinctly normal-looking Amtrak train and having the idea to go to the market to buy herself some vegetables
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John tried to ignore the throbbing in each of his legs and his stomach as he adjusted the braces and levered himself into some semblance of a standing position. He'd gotten the directions for the Hospital Wing from Dr. House the night before. All that mattered now was getting there. Unfortunately, it seemed to be an unavoidable chance for his
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Meg sat in the Great Hall, a plate of pizza in front of her and an elementary arithmancy book propped open. She was studying the pages intently, chewing on a quill and frowning
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((Backdated to just after thisTyrion managed to make it to the hospital wing without incident, although apparently a few house elves had heard House's parting comments and were trailing after him, giggling madly
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