Fleur was holding an ice cream cup, jogging all the way until that strange door completely disappeared from view before finally stopping.
Her chest heaved slightly, and her cheeks flushed faintly from the cold and the running.
She glanced down at the ice cream in her hand and noticed that the milky-white scoop had already spilled out a bit from her movement, sliding down the side of the cup and dripping onto the ground.
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