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Quidditch Announcers"Curtis! Come on, why are you doing your hair right now? We're just announcing at the Quidditch game." Wesley shouted as he tapped his foot. Curtis always had some sort of weird obsession with doing his hair and Wesley could never understand it. It took him all of thirty seconds to do his hair, after all. It seemed to take Curtis almost twenty minutes, unless he had a shower, because then he'd have to dry his hair first. It was fairly ridiculous.
"I'm done, stop shouting." Curtis said as he hopped off his bed, setting his comb aside, and then hurried up to him. He pulled his suspenders up onto his shoulders and then nodded. "Let's go."
Wesley just shook his head and put his arm around Curtis' shoulders and then the two marched out of the dorm together.
When they arrived at the Quidditch pitch they were shown to the stand with the podium and microphone that would make their voices echo across the pitch. Curtis and Wes crowded over the microphone with almost matching grins. It was Gryffi
Our Family is StrongShe stood silently in her room just staring at her packed trunk of things. She'd used magic to put everything away, of course, but now that left time just to think about the fact that she was leaving Loch Cinaed and Jamie. The war was over. Which was, of course, a good thing and that meant Richter was coming home safe and sound, but regardless it still made her sad to leave. So many things had changed since she had arrived here. She had a wonderful boyfriend now, but he was suffering from some severe losses. Two of his brothers, to be honest. Cinaed and Robert. She looked down, gently brushing some of her long locks behind her ear. A lot of people had been lost in this war, actually. She'd been sent a few journal messages over time by Richter of the people who wouldn't be back at Hogwarts again, assuming it opened up for students.
"Ellie?" A voice suddenly spoke up behind her. She recognized his voice immediately, but she jumped a little and turned quickly. She smiled a bit when she sa
All That's Left is a Ghost of YouThey were running. There was a fierce desperation in the man's eyes as he briefly glanced over his shoulder and saw the two dark wizards still in pursuit. He glanced to his left and saw Simon still running next to him. They were both covered in dirt and a few bruises. They'd run in with something they never should have. They'd made a foolish mistake. As long as they made it to the port key, it'd be fine. That kept running through his mind. It was all he had right now.
He heard an agonized shout from behind and he realized Simon had cast a spell back at them. He hadn't heard what it was, but Simon knew a dozen or so painful spells. He'd learned them in his spare time because he was a nerd. No, why was his mind wandering there during this time of danger? He kept his mind on making sure his feet kept moving forward. Then he saw the port key just ahead. All he had to do was grab it and then they'd be out of here.
"Take my hand, Simon!" He shouted as he held his hand out towards him. They w
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