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| As you walk in the store, millions of hoots greet you. You stumble around the shop glancing here and there at the multitude of colors and sites, some looking like fur balls with sparks shooting out of them at random intervals. Suddenly, there is a voice behind you and you heart skips a beat. You turn around and see a ragged old witch wearing old pink robes. She grins and says, "Hogwarts?". You respond yes, and she brings you through the shop pointing out different owl for different kinds of people. (Now that I have blabbed on enough, and none of you are going to read this anyways, I just stop there.) |