The summer. The Burrow. The knomes. The random quidditch game for no good reason. OKay, the last one was a lie. Because my prat of a brother thinks that I can't play, even though he's seen me play. Eh, I'll show him, not like I haven't before
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I do wonder what those two have been up to though, don't you?
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We should spy on them.
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Eh, I have other ways. The twins are great at teaching ways of sneakiness.
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Witches.
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Which in and of itself is its own weapon!
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So's the view, actually.
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And I know I'm good.
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I actually wouldn't hurt you. I'm not that mean.
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If Seamus would hurry and get his arse here, we could have a wicked game of quidditch.
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He really should. How long does it take to Floo? Unless he's coming some other way?
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