We're... in London. Somewhere. I thought I knew where I was going and I'm pretty sure I still do, but I can't let the Weasley's know I'm lost. Ron will, I'm sure, rip my head right off my body and use it for football--badly, just to spite my death
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He's looking particularly menacing.
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