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It had still been so fascinating when we knew we were taking on this adventure together. But here we stood, and suddenly the distance between the house tables seemed miles wide. Lily Brenna Rivers, the Ravenclaw, Grace Cara Rivers, the Hufflepuff.
Boys and Girls
Yay me, welcome to my seventh and last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Thoughtful Potters Mean Trouble
I jumped as James Potter slid into the seat next to me. Was he serious? He actually planned to sit next to me in two of our subjects this year? This was certainly an odd development since for the past six years over interaction had been kept to a minimum (Potters don’t do Hufflepuffs apparently).
Goblin Rebellions and Stamps
For once having Potter’s attention directed at me rather than my sister suddenly made it far less amusing and a great deal more obnoxious.
Or perhaps James is an idiot.
Sure you big nancy, arrogant, idiotic... oh dear, Lily is rubbing off on me.
Annoying, Sulking etc.
“Gryffindor sucks.” I hissed.
Getting to You
“I suppose I can sacrifice that for your happiness.” I said with a smile.
Quidditch and Unicorns
Yeah, it’s only me who is an uncoordinated, unfit fool who just doesn’t get the point of the game.
What teenagers do in Broom Closets.
“And you're asking me because I'm the expert on love?” Wen asked, looking at me like I was an idiot.
Some kind of twisted stupid karma.
Of course, my own personal revelation had to be followed by much larger public revelations, right? It’s like some kind of twisted stupid karma. All revelations must be made within the same week to create optimum levels of drama in teenager’s lives!
Sometimes I wonder if perpetual awkwardness is one of the defining features of teenagehood.
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