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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
i. “Oh I didn’t say you could beat him, just that I respect you.” |
4,769 | 8 |
| 2 |
ii. “Why are you dressed like a cowboy?” |
5,604 | 10 |
| 3 |
iii. “What about you?” |
7,169 | 5 |
| 4 |
iv. “Morning.” |
5,209 | 4 |
| 5 |
v. “Well I’d say that was a success.” |
4,907 | 2 |
| 6 |
vi. “You just have a very ‘hittable’ face.” |
3,996 | 2 |
| 7 |
vii. “My, my… Madeleine, are you asking me out?” |
4,291 | 3 |
| 8 |
viii. “She hit me with the end of the broom.” |
4,049 | 3 |
| 9 |
ix. “I found her asleep in the common room. Watched her for a couple of minutes before waking her up because it was quite funny the way she had her face smushed up against the table.” |
3,703 | 2 |
| 10 |
x. “Okay, so I reckon we’ve got precisely twenty minutes until Kotchen realises it’s not actually Peeves and sees it’s Fred… so where do you wanna start?” |
2,565 | 1 |
| 11 |
xi. “AAAHHHH!” |
5,243 | 3 |
| 12 |
xii. “Why couldn’t we have kept Professor Dickinson?” |
6,550 | 1 |
| 13 |
xiii. “I didn’t know you had an invite too, Freddie?” |
7,542 | 2 |
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