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Laney Becks: World Class Pessimist
Whatever the reason — no sun, having an ugly face, a diabolical great aunt that smells like musty yarn — I really just am a mean person.
Not Such a Perfect Prefect After All
I stand up, pull down my trunk and cat carrier, and move towards the door. For a moment, Albus looks at me, and then he slides aside to let me through.
The girl is slender, average height, with deep brown eyes, and the wildest, most flawlessly curly brown hair I’ve ever laid eyes on. She is scowling at the boy, who is evidently holding a map of Hogwarts upside down, but when she sees Al, her eyes come alive. She has the air of a lioness, closing in on her prey.
I simply slide to the ground, look up at Lily, my rescuer, and try to shut down.
Consequences of Grandeur
I wish all my problems would melt away.
I cough. Okay, so maybe I hadn’t taken just one class off. But what’s one day? It’s only O.W.L. year.
Mending of a Mess
“What the - Fred! What were you doing?” I snap furiously. “You woke me up!”
A Lovely Feeling
I nod. “Right then. I’ll put in a good word for you.”
Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Puff
“DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!” she roars, red sparks shooting out the end of her wand.
A Very Ginger Holiday
Right Place, Right Time
I curse Fred under my breath. The chances I’ll get another opportunity like that are slim, and I feel like tying Fred to the Womping Willow and just leaving him there to die wouldn’t even make me feel better.
Up to My Old Tricks
But damn. How can you say no to those adorable green eyes?
“You’re stark, raving mad, Laney Becks,” he says, pulling me closer to him.
Truth or Spork
He laughs gently, and I must say, he looks convinced. Huh, maybe I do have some wisdom after all.
Give Me a Break
“You sure you’re okay with this?” Al asks me after a while. “I mean, getting involved with James’ love-life probably won’t end well.”
“HOW LONG?” she roars. I nearly go deaf.
Smitty looks close madness. “If I’m still alive by the end of your stay then I deserve a serious raise!” She huffs and, after a moment, she conjures a goblet and shoves it down my throat. “Sleeping Draught!” she shrieks, disappearing from behind the curtains.
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