Helga rolled her eyes and quietly began flipping through the pages as Henrietta lamented about spells and not knowing how to do them.

"Stop fretting, Henrietta," she signed as she finally reached the next empty pages. "I am talking about our findings on the men. I must jot down what we remember for the next time we meet them again." Spells, ha! As if Helga cared about all that.

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