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In my six years and a few weeks at Hogwarts I have yet to come across a girl who doesn't like Potter. Seriously, even the little first years had a crush on the bloke.
I swear to Merlin if he was playing a game on me I was going to hex his sorry arse to Australia. Living between the kangaroos, maybe that’ll teach him a lesson.
Yeah, this 'tension' that Potter and I had going on was no secret at our school. Everybody knew that a conversation between Ali Martins and James Poter was something worth watching.
My life was a joke.
James lowered his face to my ear, and that’s when I knew he was going to say something disturbing, because usually he had no problem sharing his witty lines with the world.
So this was why I was panicking. It was impossible for Andrew to know where I was. He knew nothing about this world. But he sent me a letter here, meaning that he knew what I was.
“Maybe I should just go up there and swing it.” I said.
Albus leaned closer to whisper something in my ear. "Oh don't worry, it's not you I'm trying to distract."
“Then throw on a mini-skirt and draw some whiskers on your face. You’re not getting in unless you’re ready to meow, check my pulse or suck the blood out of my neck.”
“If you’re about to make out, please warn us before so I can plan my escape route.”
But this was not a Muggle love story. This was real life.
Yay for alcohol!
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