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Professor Mercy


The History of Magic room had a sign posted on the door: “Nice weather, meet me on the West lawn.” The students who managed to find the West lawn were given ten points for making it. The ones who didn’t manage to find it were given ten points for being inconvenienced. Under the sunshine, the more successful were treated to the benevolent smile of Professor Mercy. Wisps of slightly blue hair curled out from under the pink handkerchief holding her pointed hat on. She was wearing a pink apron over her robes, and the book cover on the enormous volume cradled in her arms had lace edging. She was perched comfortably in a large rocking chair, floating several inches off the ground and rocking itself with no effort on her part. As the last of the students arrived, she opened Bathilda Bagshot’s History of Magic, and began to read in a clear, delightful voice.