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An Exposition of Sorts
To be exact, my story starts when I was seven. Naturally, not many exciting things happen to a seven-year-old, but that’s what my nana—who’s a Muggle, and who teaches reading—would call an exposition. The good stuff begins in my fifth year at our beloved Hogwarts, set of so many wonderful yarns. But I feel this is important, and it’s my story, isn’t it?
The Lady Doth Demand too Much, Methinks
“Get up,” she commanded.
And Many Miles to Go Before I Sleep (or Arrive at Hogwarts)
“Okay guys, seeing as to the fact that nearly everyone’s on the train,” James announced loudly, “will someone please give me a word that rhymes with detention?”
Hell Hath No Fury Like a Redhead Scorned
Oh, this was not good.
Of Ex-Boyfriends and Heart-Wrenching Emotions
Don’t all good Hogwarts love stories have at least one Hogsmeade day?
Payback's a . . . Well, You Know
She didn’t love me.
When Hell Freezes Over
Then all three turned to stare at me.
A Resolution of Sorts
He laughed and took her hand in his. “Off we go.”
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