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Kensworth Preparatory School
“I’m sorry about this. She was so excited a while ago. I don’t know why she won’t let go now,” the man said, still staring at his daughter. “And I’m sorry we’re so late.”
Mudbloods and Mugleborns
“Wait!” she called. They took no notice of her.
Eleanor Perivale was left sitting at her desk, shaking her head. She had been in this world for far too long. She stared blankly at the door Hermione Granger had just left through, and sighed. She knew it would only be a matter of time until she would have to find herself a new Reception teacher. Perhaps blonde this time…
Patheticness and Irony
Hermione walked towards Harry’s private ward, clutching a sugar doughnut. As she drew closer, she made out the skinny figure of Narcissa Malfoy loitering outside the door.
A Mean Cup of Coffee
“Can I help you?”
Like a Cliché Romance
He frowned and started to pull off his jacket.
Do you have a reservation?
‘I’ve never been the most traditional of men, and roses have always seemed a little tacky to me. Therefore, I hope to honour you with this bouquet of tulips, in the hope that you will honour Careen and myself with dinner tonight at the Da Paolo restaurant at 7.’
That Cheerful, Blonde Rodent
Finally, he spoke.
Welcome to the Tea Party.
“She would want me to be happy.”
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