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Up the little pathway to the Green Dragon went Posco, still yawning and rubbing his eyes. His aunt had not been awake when he had left; thank goodness for that! He wanted to have breakfast with Lily before he left, and Aunt Malva would have surely kept him working until she served her own breakfast, which was meagre fare for a young hobbit lad or, indeed, any hobbit. But he had escaped, thankfully. She would probably be angry, but she couldn't do anything about it until his next visit. Yet, he reflected with a sigh, she would remember that he had crept away without a goodbye, and only forget after she had lectured him thoroughly, be that hundreds of years away.
The Common Room was, as usual, a fine sight to Posco's eyes, as well as one that caused him to wonder. Personages of every race were there, waiting for their breakfasts and talking at their ease. Fortunately for the timid and shy hobbit, it was still early in the morning, so there was not a great crowd in the room. He cast a glance about for Lily, and did not see her; he assumed she was still in her room, perhaps just leaving, and so he sat down at their table of last night to wait for her.
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