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Nothing Good Ever Came From a Long Eared Owl
If she'd known she was going to lose everybody at graduation, she'd have paid a little more attention. She should've been befriending first years all along. They weren't going anywhere for a while.
It's All Fun and Games Until Someone Gets Summoned
If it weren’t for irate and overprotective parents, her day would be going so much better right now.
Seven is So Not My Lucky Number
“You are lucky. You know that?" She shook her head. Nothing stuck to that kid.
The Fine Art of Reciprocity is Dead
Shouldn’t there be some sort of reciprocity here? One good deed and all that.
Where Do You Sweep Things If You Haven't Got a Rug?
There wasn't a rug big enough.
The Princess is Far From Comfy
One was blonde and the other brunette, but apart from their hair color, they looked the same - hairstyle, dress, even the way they sat. Victoire found that more annoying than their glares.
Not Your Standard Muggle Event
Careful, wouldn't want to make this into a thing.
Didn't Say I Wasn't Tempted
“One day I’m going to tempt you.” He tipped his glass to her and winked.
Adventures in Competitive Table Poaching
“I think its more important to know how far you are willing to go rather than how far you are not willing to go,” Micah returned, “Eliminates any confusion that might arise in the heat of the moment.”
Just Bob, Bob, Bobbing Along
Any man who feels the need to tell me Bob is short for Robert can’t be too hard to outsmart.
The Politics of Petting
Oh, sweet Merlin, her near future consisted of a box with holes punched in it, she just knew it.
Double, Double Dates and Trouble
Really, how did boys manage to evolve with only anger and laughter as emotional outlets. Fine, she’d give him one more round, and they were done. She wasn’t that good a friend.
The Brilliance of Footed Pyjamas
The outsider. Yes, that was her. Freezing her bum off on the roof. Where could she get a darn pair of footed pyjamas? A t-shirt and sleep shorts didn’t cut it for people prone to late night freak-outs.
Wagging the Dog
Owen was like a puppy - if not kept occupied, he’d get himself into trouble.
The Allure of Other People's Drama
Couldn't she go back to worrying about someone else's drama? Much safer that way.
That Which Does Not Kill Us
If she squinted, she could almost pretend she and Teddy were still students themselves.
It's Not Like I Haven’t Seen It Before
She'd convinced herself she could be happy with his friendship. Merlin, she was wrong.
Never Trust Superstitions Born From Excessive Time at Sea
“‘Course most crews will also tell you having women onboard is bad luck.”
Experience Never Grades On A Curve
“That, my dear, I cannot presume to tell. Experience administers the test first, you see, and the lesson after.”
Home Is Where The Floo Is
Victoire had learned, from about age five, to measure her mum's agitation by her accent. She was pushing Fleur to the point of rapid French, but she couldn't seem to stop.
Snatching Defeat From the Jaws of Victory
The Ministry really should ban parents from using any word found in a dictionary to brand their children at birth. No one wanted that kind of pressure.
She'd regain the Christmas spirit if it killed her and her voice.
Losing the Plot
She was a ruddy open book today, only she seemed the sole person who hadn’t read the latest chapter.
Familiarity Breeds Attempt
Now he was merely irritating her for sport.
Fear is a Four Letter Word
"You know a lot about billywigs, then?"
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