Though she had bruised her elbow in her attempt to get the last cream puff, it sat cooling, abandoned on her plate as Glenda quickly read through the front page. She looked upset up until the point where she found Dumbledore's name in the article, upon which the furrow in her brow quickly smoothed itself out.
She set the paper down for a second and looked up toward the Head Table, scrutinizing the wizard in question as if he would suddenly look up and reveal his master plan.
When he didn't, she shrugged and turned the paper to page four. She had always liked unicorns.
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