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Of Dazzling French Wit
‘J’aime les crapauds en robe de mariée et le fromage sans frontières?’ Hermione reads aloud. ‘Katie,’ she turns to me, ‘this letter says you like toads in wedding dresses and cheese without borders.’
Half an hour later, the entire Quidditch team is kicking off the dew-covered grass outside the front doors. Oliver seems to be in great spirits, leading the tired group swiftly around the highest towers of the castle and then back down to tease the Whomping Willow (though I notice Harry pointedly refuses to follow him when he does), cheering loudly as he does. ‘Through every hoop twice!’ he shouts from the Astronomy tower, an insane grin on him wind-whipped face.
Tales of an Emotional Eater
‘You just annihilated an entire plate of pancakes in twenty seconds flat … What’s wrong?’
In the Rain
I freeze, shutting my mouth immediately and blushing ferociously. I can not believe I just tried to mother my Quidditch captain. And it’s the second time, too. Merlin, how do these things keep happening to me?
Cheesy, Sentimental Glory
‘What am I supposed to write?’ I demand. ‘“I’m sorry your two boyfriends found out about each other, I’ve certainly been in that situation before”?’
Of Singed Eyebrows
‘So,’ she starts firmly.
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