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Jack glanced both ways down the corridor. Presumably, there was no rule stopping him from knocking on the prefects' common room door, but he couldn't help feeling as if he was somewhere he oughtn't be. Perhaps it was just his guilty conscience. In the last week alone, he'd stolen wormwood from...

It was a day ending in a 'y', so naturally, Jack was up to no good. For the last fifteen minutes, he had been lurking behind a rosebush trying very hard to look as if he were merely studying the flowers, but now he was on the move; through the garden, around a wheelbarrow, and up to the...