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"He can't. No one has ever been able to lift his spirits." Said Fred.
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"The worst class is a History of Magic." Fred warned. "It is exciting at first, since the teacher is a ghost, but his voice can quickly put almost anyone to sleep." Said George. "Professor Binns is unbelievably boring." "Not even the Ravenclaws like his class." Said Fred. "And they normally love learning."
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Fred shrugged. "Sure. We were heading to the Apothecary to get some ingredients for new products." "Fred came up with an idea for a line of sweets that can help you get out of class. If they work, we could get out of boring classes permanently!"
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I don't exactly like paperwork, but I'm actually fairly good at it. Normally. -
The twins both grinned. "Alright Kelsier, you seem like the type of person who appreciates a good prank." Fred said as he rummaged through a pocket in his robes. "This is a candy that George and I developed last week. We call it the Ton-Tongue-Toffee. If you eat it, it will make your tongue swell up." "Don't eat it." George said, as Fred handed the candy to Kelsier. "If you give it to someone, tell us how it turns out, and we will try to get you more products."
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Could I join this? I could be the secretary, and take care of all of the paperwork. (I don't know how the job isn't already taken...) -
Zaria threw up a speed bubble. She was running low on bendalloy, so she drank another vial. "I hope you didn't want anyone in here but us. If you want, I can stop burning bendalloy and trap someone else in here as well."
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Fred and George grinned. "I think these are going to be very popular." said Fred. "They don't seem to work as well on you. What are your names?" George said.
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Fred and George watched as he turned into a giant, yellow canary. "Well Fred, it seems that there are a few problems with the canary creams. It took him too long to transform." Fred grinned "Who knows, maybe he will be stuck as a bloody canary permanently." Fred turned to the other two people there."We are trying to test out different products that we are developing. Would you like to try out a fake wand?"
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Fred shook his head with mock horror. "Pies? You ARE insane if you think these are pies." "Didn't you hear us? They're Canary Creams!" Said George They both looked a Kelsier, waiting for him to turn into a canary.
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Fred and George shared a very confused look. Both of them wondered why he was so paranoid. "I think this one is insane." Said George. "Why don't we ask his companions instead?" Fred and George looked at the other two expectantly.
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"We need feedback." Fred said. "We need to know if we have the flavors right."
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Fred and George walked through Diagon Alley after ditching their family. They were heading towards the Apothecary to get ingredients for their new invention, Canary Creams. They had a few jokes they needed to test out, such as their new fake wands, but didn't want to get into too much trouble. They did know that the Canary Creams worked. As they walked, they saw three odd looking kids walking towards Gringotts. "George, why don't we try the Canary Creams on one of them." "What a brilliant idea." The twins walked over to the three boys. Fred stepped up to the one with the eyepatch. "Hello. I am Gred, and this is my brother Forge. Would you like to try one of our Custard Creams?"
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"Great. I'll come back tomorrow if I do want to join your group." I get up and leave the tavern.
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Ladashwy climbed out of the carriage. It was the first time she had been in a carriage before, so it was exciting... for about the first five minutes. She hadn't realized how bumpy the carriage would be. Ladashwy looked around. "Okay. Where will I be working?"
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I highly doubt that she is actually sorry. "As long as you're fine with it, I'm fine with it."
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"Oh." I don't really care that she seems uncomfortable, but am glad that she cared enough to translate what she said.
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"I couldn't understand half of the words that just came out of your mouth." "Could I sleep on this? I don't want to do anything too crazy, just because I didn't think about it first."
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"It didn't seem like your words were very comforting. She looked miserable. I know that she probably didn't have options, which is why I'm trying to GIVE her options. If she can read and write, many job opportunities will open up for her."
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"Great!" Ladashwy brought out a blank notebook and an extra pen and handed them to Zola. "These are for you." She then grabbed a different blank notebook, and started writing up a teaching plan.
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Ladashwy beamed. "Okay then, how do you feel about starting tomorrow?" I'll see how much she knows, and then go from there.
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"Oh, well it depends on the notebook." She pulled out all of her notebooks that she has written in (except for the one on Hemalurgy). "I've got more in the village, but these are my most commonly used ones. This one, for example, is about Alomancy." All of her notebooks looked the same, but Ladashwy could somehow tell her notebooks apart instinctively. She opened the notebook to a table she had organized, and showed it to Zola. "I have an extra blank notebook, and an unused pen if you want. And if you don't know how to read or write, I could teach you."
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Zaria dropped her speed bubble, and noticed that no one was trying to kill her. No one was even looking at her. She grinned. That would make it way easier to fight them. she stepped forward, and threw up a speed bubble. She caught two of the soldiers, and was able to kill one of them before they even started fighting. The second one, however, was a trained fighter. Zaria got punched in the stomach, and thrown out of the speed bubble. Luckily, some of the soldiers cushioned her fall. She could hear their bones crack, and winced. Then was she noticed the solider writhing on the floor, coated in metal. She gawked for a moment, and then looked at her companion. She was rushing at a group of four approaching soldiers. Zaria charged forward, aluminum knife in her hand.
