Irene pressed her lips together in a frown as she took the strap of her bag to hoist it off her shoulder. Setting it on the ground, she began riffling through it in search of her wand. “I’m afraid I don’t, though I should like to after this.” she replied, finally locating her wand and starting to wave it in patterns to coax her supplies out. They immediately obeyed as soldiers would, marching into formation for the millionth time, and Irene‘s station was soon set up next to Louisa’s.

“Merlin, the damage this storm caused.” She lamented, brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes as she looked around again “I can help with the tree branch.” Irene winced as she said it, knowing they had a rather long afternoon ahead of them.

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