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Then, with a tacit understanding, they ran toward the bathroom together and pushed open the door. The whole world was still. Harry sat on the ground, Stacy was lying in front of him, watching... Ahem, ahem "What are you doing?" Charles didn't think it was a big deal. It was rare to see Harry's scandal. How could Charles miss the chance to tease him? "Get lost!" His eyes burst out ice-cold like an avalanche, and he gave a severe deterrent. Charles shrugged his shoulders and did not close the door. He wanted to take one more look.

But a twinkle can be seen in his eye, as he slowly follows after the group. Passing by the head of the Ravenclaw table, the group receives a 'Have a nice trip~' from Susan . Walking by the Great Hall, they exit it, passing through the barrier like it was not there, just to the group stop when they hear a 'thud' followed by an 'urgh'. They look back just to see Albus Dumbledore, again, on his butt on the Great Hall Floor. Joan giggles at that, while Erik and the professors shake their heads in reproval for the old man's behavior.

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

I've spent hours studying to nail the geometry test today, I deserved to have fun tonight. ⚯͛ ϟ △⃒⃘ Once we got to the party, I immediately went to the corner and pulled out the Harry Potter book that I had hidden inside my bag. What was more fun than rereading Harry Potter? I was in the middle of the part where Snape went to the Shrieking Shack when I felt someone was looking over my shoulder, reading the lines on the book with me. Shutting the book close, I finally turned, ready to shout 'go away!' like what Moaning Myrtle had said to Tom Riddle, but I lost my footing and stumbled right into a solid wall of muscles.

"So what, in the event that I say you are my better half? There is no other viable option for you!" Arosh was staggered as Harry was going to kiss her. "Stop!" Arosh admonished. "Tssk!" he prodded her and when grinned at Arosh. Then Harry strolled in front of her. Nauseated she was let be and strolled back to their homeroom. Whenever the classes finished, Fanky welcomed her to have a nibble at a bistro close to the school. As Arosh requested at the counter she ventured back and stepped on her back, she nearly tumbled down and inclined toward what she had stepped on.

Thankfully, he was due to return that day. Just then, footsteps echoed down the hall. When I looked up, Stellan appeared—three hours late—swaggering in with Evelyn, who was dressed to the nines. If he'd had even an ounce of conscience left, he would've been here the moment he learned our mother was in surgery. "What more do you want, Hazel?" he snapped the moment he saw me. "Didn't Evelyn already apologize? Why do you keep clinging to this and blowing it out of proportion?" I was too tired to even be angry anymore. I finally understood what it meant when people said there was nothing worse than a heart gone cold.

I could almost picture his face turning red. “Of course. I apologize. Carry on.” His footsteps sounded loud after that, quick and awkward, fading as he hurried away. The second the sound disappeared, something inside me snapped. I grabbed Harry, pulling him in just enough to throw my knee up hard where it would hurt the most. He folded instantly, a broken sound leaving his mouth.

After entering the house, I walked toward the shoe rack out of habit to change into house slippers, but I saw Harry wearing my cotton slippers. Harry noticed me looking at his feet, and he quickly pulled out another pair of house slippers from the bottom of the rack out of fluster. He placed the slippers in front of me and said, "I'm sorry. I've worn your slippers, Charlie. Here, wear these instead." I stared at the thin slippers, and stared back at my cotton slippers on Harry's feet. It felt weird, but I said nothing as I put on the extra slippers quietly.

“You did. But I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” “I wasn’t even aware,” she mumbled behind her hands. “I just remember feeling hot, heart racing, and then… blackout. I’m so embarrassed.” Harry leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips now. “If it helps… you were adorable. Like a kitten high on catnip.” “Oh my God, don’t compare me to a kitten,” Arabella groaned, her cheeks flaming. “I don’t even know why I acted that crazy.” “Grandpa’s potion is unpredictable,” Harry said, grabbing his coffee. “And you just drank it like it was tea.”

How could he have allowed her to get so close? However, Sophia held up her hand before he could say anything further, and the room appeared to freeze. There was a sharp, booming noise in the room—footsteps coming quickly. A fresh figure entered the turmoil as the room's door flew open, and Nathan felt his heart skip a beat. Harry was there. What had previously been a familiar face now appeared to be a mask of icy determination. When his gaze fell on Nathan, it narrowed, but the tension in the room was so great that even his presence didn't seem to matter in comparison to the storm that was building between Nathan and Sophia. Harry's voice was brimming with cynicism. "Well, well." Nathan, it