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Hermione winces at the howling shriek from the lunatic, her in-built sensibilities telling her to get as far away as possible, lest whatever psychological condition the girl was dealing with somehow proved itself contagious.
Lorene raises her hands to try to calm her down. “Yeah, yeah, it was pretty cool, and thanks for the help, Clover. I’m glad we all made it out okay.” She glances around, before stooping down and picking the grief seed up from the grass. “Alright, I found the grief seed from that Witch. Who needs it?”
The black gem floats in Lorene's hand as she holds it out in front of the two other girls. Clover glances down at the ring on her finger. …right. Her gem was definitely darker after… all that stuff happened yesterday and today.
>Who’s going to get it?
