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Hermione smiled. She was doing her nails when the phone rang. She hit the ‘speaker’ button.
Making friends with the enemy and hidden discoveries
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” Hermione screamed, her mascara still running down her cheeks.
The rest of the dream and meeting THE fiancé
“AHHHH!” Cissa screamed as a curse went right at her.
“No one else was a witch. I’m best friends with Harry Potter. They wanted me, not him!” she said, shouting the last sentence. She let out a heart-wrenching sob.
During that two-month period, Cissa was having mood swings all the time, mainly being very moody. She, too, had cravings for all sorts of food.
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