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The Secret Has a Temper
It was exactly thirty-eight minutes into the Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff game, and she had already shouted enough profanities to make a dementor blush.
Let the Game Begin
If he was going to flirt with her, he should at least have the decency to do it well.
News Spreads Faster Than a Snitch
Her pride shoved common sense aside, gave it a good kicking, and spoke for her.
Well, That was Unexpected
This wasn't romance. It was revenge in the works.
Spare the Guilt, Spoil the Captain
Rona was ready to maul something — the more, the merrier.
In Which Oliver is Sensitive
They were having far too much fun with his misery.
Boys Will Be Boys
'Competition is sexy.' Damn Penny's good memory. Damn it to bits.
Convoluted is an Understatement
Stupid sodding smirk, sexy competition, chivalry complex, et cetera, et cetera.
Chasing, Seeking, Keeping
"That’s the stupidest reason to get in a relationship I have ever heard of. Did the telly teach you this too?”
A Sugar-Induced Revelation
"Says the girl twirling around the pitch laughing like a maniac."
Happenstance Happens Entirely Too Often
"It's a matter of what will win: Jeremy's sense or Hannah's estrogen."
Fortune Takes a Holiday
If Rona told someone to go to hell, Madam Puddifoot's was where she was cursing them to.
O Captain, Not My Captain
She didn't know how to describe her weekend except that there was a lot of hair pulling, door slamming, and entire arguments battled out in silence.
No One Plays to Lose
He should've told me. He should've understood.
Everyone but the Girl
"Thank you for being so concerned, mate. If I ever start bleeding profusely all over the floor, I apologize in advance for leaving the stains."
The sprinkles to her bowl of joy.
The Last Match
"Is it just me, or do they want to kill each other even more since they've gone official?"
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