Florence awoke in her bed. 

The Goblin Door glowed in the cold hallway. 

Freezing, she cast a warm spell, and the dorm was hot. 

But not too hot. 

She opened the dorm doors. 

Peering inside, she saw two witches speaking. 

'Mavis'.

'Harriet'.

'Yes'. 

'What are you doing now?'.

'Going asleep. But Florence knows the past, the present, and the future'. 

'She is a bother', Harriet, the British Junior Witch, said. 

Florence's face went beet-red. 

And she was going to talk to Harriet.

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