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Sprinkles

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You know i love my fairyland friends
     cuz they all live where the rainbow ends
     we sit  and chat and sprinkle away
     in the hopes of level 42 some day
     we finally make it and think we're done
     then another release to hook everyone
     we want to replant; we start to get bored
     we buy more dust we cant afford
     it must be super; it has to be great
     the perfect critter will eat our bait
     we water and wait if it takes all day
     cuz the best critter of all is on the way!
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Spotted a mallard, thanks!

A low voice who had been the terror of his young years at Hogwarts made Nevill jumped. Before him stood his old potions master and it took Neville minutes to realize that he was no longer the Griffindor he was then. Snape was now looking younger than he was then and Longbottom had learned that it was due to him giving away decades of existence to ressuscitate former victims of the Voldemort's wars. Snape was talking with Luna, apologizing for being unable to do the same with her husband, Rolf Scamander.
"He shall be remembered and honored for trying his best to protect the animals he cared for. The lost realm has been emptied, litterally emptied by these sand creatures. I am the heir of... nothing. My people have disappeared." said Snape to Luna.

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