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“Respect and honor. You were born into this world, not only of luxury, but also of ambition, of authority. You must uphold the family honor and prove to the world the superiority of the pure-bloods.”
She laughed. Laughed.
“We’d like to thank all of you for your company here tonight,” Mrs. Black began. It was an empty expression of thanks. Purebloods were never allowed to turn down an invitation.
“What the hell are you doing here anyways?”
He was five seconds away from sitting, three seconds, one second.
"Yeah, well, this isn't exactly the night I had in mind either," I said, leaning on the wall next to the portrait.
And then I realized that I had no idea where I was going, or where I was supposed to be going, and the answers to both of these questions were probably in the Great Hall, where Professor McGonagall had told me to pick up my schedule.
I scanned the back and front of the page for yesterday's games, found that the Kenmare Kestrels had lost miserably to the Falmouth Falcons, and set the paper down on the table.
"I only wish I had been more fortunate. She's a bit terrifying when angry… should come with a warning label…"
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