I'm supposed to know her. I know it. I can feel it. But I can't... It's hurts to much to think about it. I can't even try. My head feels like it's cracking open each time I do. Dolohov's not helping either. I have no clue why I ended up there. The book was opened to memory charms. I think I enlisted Dolohov's help in erasing my own memories. I
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I'm almost afraid to know...but, what's gotten into you lately?
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Nothing. Nothing you need to know.
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Fine. Just know if I see you moping around, I'm going to beat the truth out of you.
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Oi. You're supposed to be sympathetic. What kind of a sister are you?
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Normally, I demand to be invited to any drinking activity, but I remembered it's you so... save me a bottle?
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What... with me? Was that you insinuating something? NO. Deal with it.
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...Are you drunk already? Who're you groping now? Wait, let me guess. Potter?
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EW. No thanks. What's this sudden interest? I'll bet you wish I was cosying up to you huh? NOT HAPPENING, Dolohov.
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