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Prologue: Another Show, Another Sickle
According to Raj's demon clock, I had to stretch out the next segment for an extra five minutes or so. Like that would ever be a problem. I could talk the pink off a pygmy puff.
The Morning Waffle has panache in abundance, although I definitely can’t claim all the credit for it. I’d be nothing without my crew. We’ve all got panache coming out of our every orifice.
A Bit of Friendly Competition
I had to say something, but it seemed I had lost all ability to speak. I believe that’s what you would call irony. It’s not nearly as humorous when it actually happens to you.
The Greater Weasley Family
You couldn’t move a wand’s length in any direction without bumping into a Weasley relative. We’d take over the world someday, I was sure of it.
Dastardly Dishy Dexter
I don’t know how he did it – he was shy and quiet and…well, not like a normal twenty-something bloke, that’s for sure. Girls loved him, though; they loved the sensitivity and the politeness and the rampant Hufflepuffness that was Dexter Fortescue.
James gave me a steady look. “If you buy the aforementioned pants, you are dead to me.”
Questionable Lifestyle Choices
Hugo always managed to look offensively debonair the morning after a night of excess. His hair was sticking up all over the place, but it looked like it had been styled that way on purpose; his shirt was artfully rumpled; and, most importantly, his face lacked the standard I-want-to-crawl-under-a-rock-and-die expression.
The Potter Persuasion
James sauntered back into the room, still wearing a towel. “Told you,” he said as I stared irritably at the phone.
Snappers, Creepers, and Other Things That Go Bump In the Night
"Awkward?” I guessed. “Creeper? Serial killer? Yes, Tibbs, he’s the Snapper.”
People Who Actually Get Paid to Do What They Do
“In my leisure time I enjoy taxidermy and puppetry.” Only Raj could say such things while keeping total composure.
That Rare Commodity, Excitement
I’ve never understood the term “settling down,” at least as it’s been applied to me. It presupposes that my life is currently a lot more exciting than it is. What exactly am I settling down from?
So a Seeker and a Radio Host Walk Into a Bar...
“Yes, James. I believe your brother is spending his money and almost nonexistent free time taking out a specific girl you dislike in an elaborate yet farfetched attempt to make you lose sleep at night. You sodding moron.”
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