Tony Foster (
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Room 232, Saturday Afternoon
Yesterday's attempt to create wards had been unsuccessful, so Tony was in his doorway again with a different brand of cough syrup. He had his laptop open to the protection runes, but it had a glamour that made it appear like he was playing a game of spider solitaire.
[Door and post is open! Let me know if you cross the threshold of his room.]
[Door and post is open! Let me know if you cross the threshold of his room.]
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"Door get a frog in its throat?" Peter guessed. Hey, stranger things had happened in Fandom.
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"Yes!" He pumped his fist. "It worked!"
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"Hey, Tony..." Myn trailed off, eyeing the bottle of cough syrup. "...What are you doing?"
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