Old Mother Madge
“Any chance we can watch the game here?”
Inside the magic shop at Witch’s Brew, was glued to a livestream of the game on a flatscreen TV. She couldn’t help but ignore the group of students who had stumbled into the shop in their tailgating gear, looking for a place to watch the last half of the game.
The sound of Griff slapping Ada rang out through the shop.
“Guess I was wrong about that little one. He’s spunky,” she giggled to herself.
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