grading (devon)

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Ella walked into the pub, she would normally avoid this sort of place if she were alone, but she was going out of her mind in her office, and Madame Puddifoot's was closed, so she had made her way there to grade papers. The place was nearly empty, primarily scruffy old wizards deeply drinking firewhiskey and talking lowly amongst themselves. Ella seated herself at the bar and pulled out the pieces of parchment that needed to be graded, when the bartender came by she ordered a gillywater from him.

She was never one for alcohol, she never cared for the flavour. Ella might have the occasional glass of wine or sherry, or maybe a glass of champagne for special occasions. Ella leisurely sipped her drink as she graded papers with her signature white quill, not so much as looking up when the door opened.

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