"But Lorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
"Lysander, for the last time, no I will not share my caldron cakes!"
"But they're so good!" the Gryffindor pouted, crossing his arms as he pleaded with the other second year.
Lorcan narrowed his eyes, before sighing and throwing Lysander one of the packages. "Oh, fine."
"Yay!"
"But you owe me one of Mum's cookies!"
"Aww, but that's not fair!" Lysander grumbled. "Stupid sneaky Slytherins."
"All in a day's work, little brother."
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