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Of Potions, First Years and Dungbombs
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Of Blocks of Cheese, Giant Squids and Liquid Luck
My eyes widened. “Wait - what?” It clicked. My jaw dropped and my eyes fell onto the block of cheese, sitting oh-so-innocently on the coffee table. “That’s a person?”
Of Blasted-Ended Skrewts, Short Skirts and Not-So-Violent Redheads
Well. It really was a conundrum, that; Remus, king of the prudes, and his taste for tarty girls, like Lola...who seem to swarm at him like bees to honey. It was quite odd.
Of Stalking, Snogging Lola Turpin and Buns in the Oven
Hey, don’t judge me. When the object of your affections would rather eat dirt than be within ten feet of you, you don’t really have to think that through.
Of Great Escapes, Accusations and Consequences
“Did you, or did you not, show the first years where Hagrid keeps his Skwerts?” Her voice lashed out like a whip, destroying any remnants of confidence.
Of Sirius Idiots, Traitors and Lily Evans
Yes, it was woeful and, yes, it was miserable. No, I am not being dramatic and, no, I’m not a drama queen.
Of Pesky Prefects, Night Sneaking and Enchanted Mirrors
The Mirror of Erised? I had heard of it—every pureblood child had; my parents told me stories about it when I was a kid—but I thought it was the thing of legend. I never once thought it to be real; and I had never would have considered Hogwarts to be it’s hiding place.
Of Epiphanies, Smiles and Master Plans
I ginned at the parchment as I carefully scribbled down my proposition. “I think she liked it.”
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