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Everything was normal, Potions class finally ended, and everyone was trudging out of the dungeons in the usual brain-dead daze that is accustomed to students leaving a class lead by Professor Snape. But it seemed that my brain was extra dead, my sight began to fog from the outside in; first I had no peripheral vision, then no vision at all. Seconds later my brain was strangled in an angry fog. I began to fall, so I blindly reached out and grabbed the nearest object that could keep me from falling to my great embarrassment.
Fred and George gave each other a quick glance, probably mind-speaking amongst themselves with their creepy twin powers. If I were to have attempted a translation, it would have been, “Looks like ol’ Olly Wood’s got another one of his ideas!”
To Sit and Read Alone
I didn’t really see much in Oliver. But he was nice, he was interested, and this was my chance to have someone to call a friend. My chance for power and greatness.
Without thinking, my hands were reaching out towards the book greedily, and I was taken over by the sudden urge to know what was on the inside of the book. I sat on my bed and closed the curtain, and fingered through the soft, silky pages, the tips of each page were lined with gold. I took a deep breath, and smiled indulgently as my vision tunneled, and then turned black, I closed my eyes, inviting the darkness.
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