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AMBERLEY’S POV

Amberley sighed. Harry was still at Hermione’s bedside, and she herself was there too, though that wasn’t a choice. Without Emberyn or her wheelchair, Amberley was most definitely stuck. Then her aforementioned brother walked through the door–with her wheelchair!

“How…”

Emberyn grinned. “When Janner, Kalmar, and Leeli went to go check where Macha attacked, they found it and brought it back, along with most of the clone’s weapons.” Amberley swung herself into the ‘chair and positioned her feet in the rests. With a quick nod to Harry–who barely noticed it–she wheeled out into the hallway, then to Communal A.

When she entered, she was greeted by the sight of a tall, dark-skinned man.

“Um, Emberyn,” she whispered. “Who’s that?”

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Sorry it’s short, but I have a book calling my name! I must flyeth away! Farewell, dear friends!

(and that was me summoning my inner Florid Sword)