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‘A werewolf?’ repeats Minerva faintly.
‘Andromeda, Bellatrix and Narcissa. All three have been raised in the traditional Black fashion. All three have been Sorted into Slytherin like the rest of their family. Why should Sirius Black be any different?’
‘And I suppose that he just marched right up to Mr. Snape and punched him in the face, without any kind of provocation?’
The full moon...
‘The whole night, it went on and on and on,’ remembered a fearful young lady. ‘These awful shrieking noises. It was horrible. I’m telling you, nobody got a drop of sleep last night. Nobody.’
Trouble with Sirius Black...
‘He’s a Slytherin,’ I snarl, anger finally working its way into my turmoil of emotions. ‘A walking, talking Sneakoscope.’
‘They’re going to pay,’ promises Malfoy threateningly, hands curling into fists.
Bad, bad, bad.
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