Having met with Dumbledore regarding some minor Order business, Caradoc was in the mood for a drink. But after having sworn off drinking alone, he set his mind on a nice Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. They town was relatively deserted, as it tended to be when it wasn't a weekend for the Hogwarts students. He scanned the few people who were on the street for a familiar face and came to, instead, a familiar back of the head.
He spotted Fabian on a bench and, to his lack of surprise and a bit of eye-rolling, he was reading. He sneaked up behind him, although he knew he wasn't as stealthy as he'd like to pretend to be. He started reading over Fabian's shoulder, raising an eyebrow at the content.
Startled, Fabian pulled the book to his chest, one hand covering the front cover. He stared at his knees, having the feeling that he just turned a very dark shade of red. "A book, just a book. Hello, how are you doing there, Caradoc, mate. There."
A well constructed sentence. Congratulations, Fabian Prewett. You are now illiterate.
Caradoc chuckled and hopped over the back of the bench and sat down next to him. "Hello there Fabian. You look a bit red there, mate. Feeling alright?" He chuckled some more and tried to grab the book from him. "You never struck me as a reader of such books, Fabs. Honestly."
Fabian threw his arms out in the opposite direction, holding the book away from him. "I just - I didn't mean to pick it. I just grabbed a book at random in the store..." There went his lazy sunshine afternoon.
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He spotted Fabian on a bench and, to his lack of surprise and a bit of eye-rolling, he was reading. He sneaked up behind him, although he knew he wasn't as stealthy as he'd like to pretend to be. He started reading over Fabian's shoulder, raising an eyebrow at the content.
"Bloody hell, Fabian. What are you reading?"
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A well constructed sentence. Congratulations, Fabian Prewett. You are now illiterate.
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