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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
Meeting Black. "Well, I expected ladies to be falling at my feet at Hogwarts, but not before we'd even left the platform." |
1,671 | 6 |
| 2 |
The Sorting. "You have traits worthy to all of the houses, so where to put you?" |
2,104 | 3 |
| 3 |
Dyslexia. "Listen, Gibson, after reading through your essays I was a little..concerned. So I did some research...and I found out - well Gibson - Trudy... you're dyslexic." |
674 | 1 |
| 4 |
Detentions Always Lead To More Trouble. ""I have a feeling you and your friends are going to be trouble, Gibson," she said, suppressing a smile." |
992 | 3 |
| 5 |
Grey-Haired Gibson. "Yes, Grey-Haired Gibson, Blue, you are in!" he yelled. |
933 | 2 |
| 6 |
Quidditch Try-Outs. "I stood on the Quidditch Pitch with Black, shaking. Not that I was scared, I wasn't scared at all. |
1,757 | 4 |
| 7 |
Apologies Cost Nothing. "Butterbeer, Miss Gibson, is a fine drink. A beverage, if you may. It tastes like butterscotch, only less sickly. It is deemed very popular among students, am I right, Trudy?" he said, directing the last part to me. |
1,038 | 2 |
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