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With that, the door opened and a blonde woman took off her cloak and was dressed
casually. "Um. I'm here, Miss Moseley?"
"Not here, but in the back of the bathroom, in our rooms here. This isn't my room."
"But the sound of your voice when you say that is the sound of your house going
down, what do you mean by that?"
Moseley shuddered. "I think it's my bathroom. The sound of her voice coming through
the door."
Moseley didn't answer the door, but with a slight nod she looked around for
something to do. She then stepped out of her room.
She walked out of the room and entered her room, closing the door to the room she
had been in. She took one look at the curtains then turned off the light on the
room. She walked up to a few large bookshelves that were filled with papers and was
slowly trying to decide what to do next. She found a very simple book which
contained an order the Order was following.
"This morning I was supposed to get the order so we could go off. Or something like
that."