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Throughout my whole life, there have been two constant, unwavering fixtures constantly surrounding me; boys and Quidditch.
I wake up early the next morning to the sound of an owl tapping on the glass of my bedroom window. I jump out of bed, eager to see if it’s the letter from the Tornadoes.
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