
Hermione sighed and laid down her quill. "No nose? How does he smell?"
"Bloody awful," snorted Ron.
A small contribution from me to keep you going until midnight.
I wait patiently, with no urgency. I have been granted all the time there is. I do not try to make anything of what I see. I hold no expectation or assumption that I know anything at all.
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