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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
In Which My Anti-Socialism Becomes Painfully Apparent Still, I don’t have many guys talk to me, except some of the other Slytherin guys who aren't complete morons. None of them would ever see me as more than a friend, though. |
2,683 | 5 |
| 2 |
In Which I Bruise My Tailbone and Meet an Old Acquaintance BAM. I find myself knocked flat on my rear end, my list flying out of my hand and blowing away in the slight breeze. |
2,046 | 2 |
| 3 |
In Which I'm Attacked by His Friends; Then My Friends I’m half-expecting him to come after me; after all, he was so nice before. He doesn’t, though. |
2,208 | 3 |
| 4 |
In Which I Unwillingly Get Soaked to the Bone As I’m walking off, I feel his hand on my arm. I try to keep myself from jerking out of his grip. “Huh?” I say, turning back around to face him. |
1,998 | 1 |
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