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3. Hunter's Sunstone Peace was her ultimate goal, of that I think I can be sure. But her secondary goal, and perhaps the one most often seen, was that of justice. Not the justice of law, but of the everyday. She never let an injustice go unchallenged, whatever it might have been. The girl crossed her arms angrily. "Hi Penelo? That's all you can say?" she huffed and poked a finger in his chest. "I have a good mind to hit you! Do you realize no one's seen you since Migelo sent you look for Kytes?" She waved her arms in exasperation. Out of the corner of his eye, Vaan saw Peach examining the gate rather intensely. Penelo's shouting quickly regai

                                                                        Memory                                                     A memory is a thought called up.                                                   A memory is an event called to light.                                                  A memory holds the best of someone.                                                 A memory holds the worst of someone.                                                 A memory holds things near and dear.                                               A memory holds things foul and unwished.                                        The

Ambervale returned as Draco was explaining other wizarding games. After listening silently for a moment, he said, "If you wish to play Exploding Snap with any sort of regularity, you should try to find a set of cards with a docile disposition. The more temperamental ones can explode prematurely or bite if you continuously try to put them somewhere they don't wish to go." He smirked when both boys jumped. "Having fun?" Draco shuffled his feet. "I…I was just trying to teach him about wizard games. That's all." Ambervale's smirk widened. "So I heard." Harry glanced up at the counselor. "He just explained Quidditch to me. It sounds…n