-Eleven

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"N-Neville?" She was still on the sand, breathing hard with wide eyes as she watched the boy in front of her. What in the world had just happened! "How did you... What did you..." She paused, unable to finish any of her questions. Neville rubbed his eyes and winced. "Can I get a stick?" "What?" "I can't see anything, and I can't move if I can't see anything. I'm blind, remember?" "What?" It seemed like 'What?' was the only thing she could manage to say out. Neville breathed out, then started to walk towards her very gently and carefully. She was still scared but this time, she didn't crawl away. She remained where she was on the sand, watching him as he approached very carefully with unsteady legs. He suddenly tripped and fell on the sand. She hurriedly stood and despite her f

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