| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - are of their relationship, but all she could muster was a feeble I am sorry.McGonagall nodded, allowing the corners of her mouth to turn up into a weak smile.You may go, McGonagall said, leaning back into her chair.Thank you, the girl said, picking up her books.Before closing the door behind her, she looked back at McGonagall.
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