Dear Hogwarts Staff and Students,
Two words: My Immortal. -
Glambert Goddess
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At a Hogwarts gathering, the current headmaster would read out said letter for anyone to answer. Sadly, none of them would have the faintest idea what they were talking about and would turn to the young brunette girl sat in the corner sifting through an ever-growing pile of letter she still needed to present and gain a response to. Feeling a great amount of eyes on her, she'd look up and raise an eyebrow. "Don't look at me, all I know is it's the title of an evanescence song!" After a brief chat, they would hand said author an envelope, in which would be a letter would say the following:
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Dear Glambert Goddess,
What?
Yours,
The staff and students of Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry.