"Hm? Who are you?" a voice came from overhead, sounding distinctly simple-minded.
Quinlan walked around him and used her wand to conjure a gust of wind, temporarily dispersing the thick fog before them. Her head of house was crouching in front of a fence taller than himself, carefully burying stones that had been dug up by Grawp’s brute force. These were the foundations for a magic circle; there were specific technical requirements for how they had to be placed and buried.
"Professor."
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