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Notes confiscated by a certain Professor S. Snape during a potions lesson, sold to the Daily Prophet by an anonymous benefactor. The parchment being passed between Masters F. and G. Weasley.
Brother, we still on for the plan tonight?
Why yes brother.
Midnight, astronomy tower?
Excellent.
See you there then.
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WAIT!!
What?
I have detention with Snape until 11.30, and then I need to prepare for tonight. Make it half past?
Hmmmmm. What did you do?
Terrorised Marcus Flint throughout yesterday's potions.
Oh dear.
Brother?
Oh yes, sorry, that's fine. Just planning what to spend my extra half an hour doing...I can arrange more for our meeting.
Eh?
I'll bring the chocolate.
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Heh heh!
ARGH!
Chill out, we can't make our Ronniekins a cake without chocolate!
Whoops, of course. I knew you meant that. Ha ha.
Sure brother. What were you thinking I intended the chocolate for?
Never mind.
I'll get it out of you in the end. Don't you worry. Until tonight...
See you later big bro.
Hold it! You came first! You're the big brother!
Fair point. You got me there. Inabit kiddo.
Now that's just offensive! Ron's the little kid! Remember? It's his cake we're baking.
So it is. Oh God! Snape alert!
Hide this NOW!
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