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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
The Pilot It truly was a perfect morning for a fly. I flicked my right wrist towards me, examining the time on my watch. 10:38. Perfect, excpet that Malfoy was once again late. |
2,622 | 3 |
| 2 |
Co-Pilot I wasn’t sure that the next moments would hold wicked amusement, and perhaps if I were a bit wiser, I would get up from this table right now and retreat through the double doors. There’s no doubt that everyone sitting within three feet of her is now risking the pyrotechnic displays of an infuriated Rose Weasley. |
7,749 | 2 |
| 3 |
A Dance ‘Round the Memory Tree For the past few weeks, my mind hasn’t been able to shut down, and so instead I organize my day – Prefect rounds tomorrow night, make sure I owl Mom before the week is over, attempt to work on that Transfiguration assignment for about 15 minutes, before going to Scorpius, because as much as it pains me to admit, he is a genius, Scorpius with his Barbie hair, Scorpius … who’s staring at my hair? |
8,915 | 0 |
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