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“Mum, Dad…I have lung cancer.”
They’ll treat me differently, Rose thought. They’ll feel sorry for me. They’ll pity the cancer girl.
Maybe telling her best mates she had lung cancer at breakfast wasn’t such a good plan.
And if she was going to be angry at someone, it might as well be Scorpius Malfoy.
“My dear girl, you have lung cancer! You can’t be flying a hundred feet above the ground, getting beaten by Bludgers and Quaffles!”
“Rose,” she said in a quavering voice, “what’s going on?”
"I mean...I don't usually face confrontations stark naked.”
That’s what the holiday season does to a person - makes them happy, regardless of malady or misfortune.
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