Pyxis knew the question should have been a surprising one, but it wasn't. Especially not coming from Thoreau Lestrange, her somewhat best friend. She looked him over carefully for a moment, examining the blood stains on his shirt before she shrugged.
"There's a spell for it. I haven't used it in a while." Pyxis tapped her fingers on the table. "Whose blood?"
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