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... than anyone had expected—nearly a month. On a Friday night, as everyone was enjoying dinner in the Great Hall, the doors were suddenly flung open. Moody limped in, his face set in a dark scowl.
Though his usual demeanor was intimidating, tonight it was clear he was in an especially foul mood. His scarred face was drawn taut, and his mismatched eyes—one natural, the other magical—darted restlessly, scrutinizing every person in the room.
The oppressive air around him silenced even ...
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