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[clumsy_auror]

*A pink-haired witch is seated at her usual table, one foot curled up underneath her. A half-finished bottle of Butterbeer sits in front of her, as does a large stack of files. The latter, however, she is determinedly avoiding for the time being, engrossed instead in the latest issue of Martin Miggs the Mad Muggle.

Let's just call it escapism.*

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*A dusty, red-haired man sneaks up behind her and covers her eyes.*

What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?