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Chapter 2: The House Of White
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... was thick with the scent of damp wood, old butterbeer, and pipe smoke. A quiet fire crackled in the hearth. The room was mostly empty save for a few hooded patrons hunched over their drinks and a solitary table at the back, where Albus Dumbledore sat across from a nervous young woman with large, bespectacled eyes and trembling hands.
"So, Miss Sybill Trelawney," Dumbledore began gently, folding his hands over the table, "I am well aware that you are the descendant of the great Seer Cassa ...
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