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Unidentified Flying... Spoons?
"Hogwarts,” I correct and she looks at me in confusion, blinking stupidly. “We’re not in France anymore.”
“Did you trip me?” I demand, taking a small step away from him and folding my arms angrily.
Miss McGarry stops and produces a long scroll from her pocket and clears her throat.
Cute, Little Face
“You’re heartless!” He cries to me as I pull him through the doorway, trying to find the Great Hall. “Didn't you see his cute little face when his daddy died! How could you not cry at that?!”
James demonstrates, showing us him with his nose all scrunched up. The class laugh at him encouragingly.
Oodle about Quidditch
“Did you just growl?” James sniggers which anybody apart from James Potter would have known not to do when being pinned to the floor by an over-hormonal, dripping wet fifteen-year old girl.
Saved My Chops
“Shut up,” I snap. What is it with me and ‘shut up’ today? You’d think someone could come up with a better comeback than telling someone to quieten down in a rude way.
“I kissed your cousin!” I blurt out desperately.
Three mistakes. Uh-oh
Why can’t I keep up a grudge for more than half an hour? It’s totally ridiculous. “Er, I mean; shut up and die.”
James gives me a confused look, then. “Why are you in detention?”
“I’m not desperate,” I pull a face at him. “Mollie Pert doesn’t get jealous.”
Dom doesn’t listen, instead moves her shaking (in anger, I suspect) hand to her pocket, and produces her wand. “Get out,” Dom snarls, sparks emitting dangerously from the tip of her wand.
Apparently, sulking runs in the Weasley family.
“Er…” I begin, pushing my hand through my knotty hair, trying to bring up a conversation. The people around us automatically resume their conversation and I hear a loud guffaw from my right. “Have a nice Christmas.”
Living in my house, it’s a wonder how I’m sane.
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