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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
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| 1 |
Posh Dinner Parties, Cute Reporters and Freckly Nicknames “I say give it up now, while you have a chance.” Aunt Muriel said gruffly. “It’ll come to nothing. Mark my words, girl, don’t get your hopes up for anything special in life. You’re going to live an uneventful, boring existence. Trust me, I’m a hundred and thirty two years old, I would know. |
5,949 | 7 |
| 2 |
Slaps, Snogs and NEWT Results Seventy one yawns (give or take), two bowls of lucky charms + five rows later, and we were leaning eagerly out of the kitchen window, staring in awe at the tiny smudges shadowed against the sky, which were getting bigger and bigger by the second. |
4,174 | 5 |
| 3 |
Stray Cats, Subways, and Fish & Chips I beg of you, just make it stop! What have done to deserve this? What!? I’ve been a good girl. I shower every day, I don’t yell at innocent children, and occasionally I do charitable things, like rescue stray kittens or help old ladies across the road. |
8,404 | 3 |
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