Parvati sat in the common room, her legs tucked underneath her. She had her books in front of her on the table, but had taken a break from studying to thumb through an old magazine. Reading a section on a potion for split-ends, she grasped the ends of her own hair between her index and middle finger. Making a note to try the potion, she flipped the page with a yawn.
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