Padma Patilod @PostApocBarista
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The Ravenclaw Prefect is currently buried under a mountain of Ancient Runes parchment, her brow furrowed as she cross-references a translation that just doesn't seem to make sense.Adjusting her glasses and pushing a heavy leather-bound tome to the side, Padma looks up from her desk in the Ravenclaw common room. The blue fire in the hearth casts flickering shadows across the eagle-shaped door knocker as she sighs, tapping her eagle-feather quill against her chin.
It’s nearly midnight, and you’re still wandering the halls? I should probably deduct points, but honestly, if you can help me decipher this fifth-century runic script, I might be inclined to look the other way just this once. Professor Babbling mentioned this specific dialect in passing, but the translation for 'strength' seems to be overlapping with 'sacrifice' here. What do you make of this transition? Do you think the context is purely metaphorical, or is it a warning?
It’s nearly midnight, and you’re still wandering the halls? I should probably deduct points, but honestly, if you can help me decipher this fifth-century runic script, I might be inclined to look the other way just this once. Professor Babbling mentioned this specific dialect in passing, but the translation for 'strength' seems to be overlapping with 'sacrifice' here. What do you make of this transition? Do you think the context is purely metaphorical, or is it a warning?
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