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"My help? What could you possibly need my help for?" she inquired, a disbelieving look on her face. He pulled his sleeve up, revealing the smouldering blemish on his forearm. She gasped softly, her hands covering her mouth but she didn't look at him in disgust. "I want to join the Order." *Entry for Greek Mythology (Hyperion) and School Subjects Competitions (Herbology) on HPFC*