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Yes, I started another story. And no, I haven't abandoned the others.
Ginny squinted down at the photographs. She was absolutely speechless; this was not at all what she had been expecting when Colin ran into the office this morning, excitedly waving a file in her face. She turned her head slightly to the left – nope, that didn't help either. Colin was currently standing over her shoulder, shaking with laughter and looking extremely happy with himself.
"Colin, how on earth did you get these?" Ginny turned her head to the right and squinted even more at the picture in her hands.
"Now, that would be telling." Colin picked up one of the photographs, his eyes wandering over the picture with a certain smugness that was well deserved, in Ginny's opinion.
"Oh, I can't wait till these get published! It will serve her bloody right. She was an absolute ogre to me last week," Ginny laughed as she dropped the photographs onto her desk and stared at the small pile with a cheeky grin.
"Well, I'm glad you like them. I could have made thousands of Galleons on these babies but, like the good friend I am, I decided to let you have your revenge. It's about time somebody put Cho Chang back in her place," Colin said with determination, his eyes glinting on the stack of newly developed photographs.
Ginny leant back in her chair and glanced around her little grey cubicle. She had tried to brighten it up the best she could during the six years she'd worked at the Daily Prophet. On one side there was a collage dedicated to her family and friends, pictures and drawings from her nieces and nephews, newspaper clippings of various family members' successes. And directly opposite was the Wall of Shame. Grinning, she grabbed one of Colin's photos and pinned it up next to the others.
The Daily Prophet office was alive with witches and wizards quickly moving from one cubicle to the next. There was always something happening, people rushing from one colleague to another, hurrying to meet their deadlines. It was a great feeling. Ginny was in charge of her own column, Ginny's Gossip. It was one of the most successful columns in the paper due to her relationships with famous witches and wizards, and well-known faces such as Harry Potter, the youngest ever Head of the Auror Department; Ron Weasley, Keeper for they Chudley Cannons; Padma Patil, co-founder of the W.W.V.S; and Luna Lovegood, editor of Witch Weekly.
Ginny was the best when it came to gossip. She knew what her readers wanted, and they wanted scandal – and she made sure she gave it to them. For example, photographs of a certain beauty and style critic known as Cho Chang, with a bad case of boils and facial hair, going into The Belle Salon was bound to make her readers go wild. And after Cho Chang's nasty evaluation of Ginny's dress at the Ministry Summer Gala, it was most certainly worth it.
But Ginny was tired of it all. She wanted to conquer an audience other than middle-aged stay-at-home witches; she wanted to be a big shot. Ginny wanted to be the one who got all the gripping stories, something with a bit of edge and intrigue. She was bored with silly, everyday gossip.
Ginny looked up at Colin, who was still gazing at his amazing handiwork, and said casually, "I was thinking of trying something new."
Ginny's statement caused Colin to look up in shock. "What? You can't do that!"
Ginny sighed. She knew he was going to say that. Colin was not only her partner in crime, but her biggest fan. He loved her being on the column; it allowed him to get revenge on past boyfriends by telling the whole world their secrets through Ginny's Gossip.
"I think it's time I tried something more serious. Like going for the front page." Ginny smiled wistfully and looked over at the "Front Page" section of the office that was situated right next to the office of the Dragon Lady, also known as Nadine Steller, editor of the Daily Prophet. Ginny dreamed of being up there with the big shots like Imelda Remmings, known for her brutal honesty and straight-to-the-point facts, or Ralf Coul, who could get you hooked in with just one sentence. Hardly anyone else made it onto the front page – unless they had a world exclusive, of course.
"Ginbug, don't you think you're aiming a bit high?" Colin asked, his eyes drawn towards the editor's office.
"No. I'm good reporter, Colin. I just need something new. Something no one else has done before. Something with a bit of edge and enough scandal to make it onto the front page. I need a story that will get me noticed, respected as a world class reporter," Ginny insisted, her face set with determination.
"But you're good at what you do. The best, even."
Ginny rolled her eyes. She was good at gossip, but it wasn't much of a challenge. All she had to do was go to Sunday lunch at her parents' house and get a whole week's worth of stories for her column. There was no challenge, no thrill of finding a story, just tedious rumours.
"Ahhh, I can't do this. I'm leaving early," Ginny said as she picked up her handbag, stuffed the pictures of Cho Chang inside it, and grabbed an armload of files. "Are you wanting to skive with me?"
Colin grinned at her. "Of course."
They both exited the cubicle only to come face to face with the Dragon Lady herself, Nadine Steller. With her black hair pulled back into a severe bun and her black tailored suit, she reminded Ginny of a picture of a Muggle school headmistress Hermione had shown her when they were back at Hogwarts discussing Muggle Studies.
"Are you going somewhere?" Nadine asked, looking pointedly at Ginny's handbag.
"I have an interview with Harry Potter," Ginny replied automatically. Harry wouldn't mind if she used him as an excuse; she'd done it often enough.
"I want a word with you first." Nadine turned to Colin and eyed him closely. "Do you have somewhere to be, Mr Creevey?"
Colin gulped. "Uhm...no?"
Nadine flashed him a smile. "Good! Imelda is in need of a photographer. Go." She shooed him away, then turned back to Ginny.
"Was there something you needed me to do, Nadine?" Ginny crossed her fingers, hoping she wasn't going to ask to see Ginny's work for tomorrow's column.
"Yes. As you know, the tenth anniversary of the War is next month and I want you to be involved in the special edition of the Daily Prophet. Here are some ideas; you can use them for your story, or as mere guidelines if you have something else you'd like to do. Everything has to be passed by me, of course." Nadine handed Ginny the piece of parchment. "This is your chance. Do this well and you may be writing something other than gossip."
Ginny stared down at the parchment, unable to register what was going on. It was her chance to get away from gossip and do something productive – write a piece of fact instead of idle rumours.
"Ginny, don't you have an appointment with Mr Potter?" Nadine reminded her.
"Oh! Yes, uh, sorry. I'm just a bit speechless. Thank you so much, Nadine. I won't let you down," Ginny called after her as Nadine walked away.
Imelda stopped in front of Ginny, a miserable looking Colin following her like an obedient dog. Ginny had never gotten along with Imelda. she was beautiful, and she knew it. Her long blonde hair shimmered in the light and her skin was like smooth, pale alabaster. Imelda was one of those women who liked to see others fail and liked it even more if she had played a part in it. She was a cold and ruthless reporter, and her stories were the best of the best. Ginny was sure Imelda would be one to watch out for as she tried to get onto the front page.
"I see you were given the same Idea Sheet as Ralf and me," she said as she peered at the sheet in Ginny's hand. "I wouldn't waste your time, sweetie. I already have the Front Page material. It's all right here." Imelda tapped her forehead and smirked at Ginny.
"I think I'll be able to come up with something exciting. You're forgetting that I know Harry Potter extremely well," Ginny replied. She didn't feel the least bit intimidated by Imelda. She reminded Ginny of a school bully, and Ginny had always been able to stick up for herself and come out tops. She knew Harry would have something interesting for her to write about if she asked him nicely enough.
"Well, well, Ginny Weasley has a spine after all," Imelda sneered. "Come along, Colin."
Imelda pushed past Ginny and strutted out of the office. Ginny gave Colin a sympathetic look and squeezed his shoulder as he passed. Colin was a fantastic photographer, which resulted in his having to put up with those elite reporters who treated him like their minion.
Ginny Apparated straight into her flat from the office, threw her handbag and files onto the kitchen counter, and squealed with delight, bouncing up and down like a madwoman as she did a celebration dance.
Grabbing the piece of parchment Nadine had given her, she skipped into the living room. She switched on the wireless with a wave of her hand and curled up on the sofa, placing the sheet of ideas on the arm.
"Good Afternoon, you are listening to W.W.N. Lunch Time News with me, Lavender Brown."
Ginny tried to drown out Lavender's voice and focus on the parchment in front of her.
10th Anniversary Special Edition – Ideas
1 – Harry Potter exclusive interview
2 – Ron Weasley + Hermione Granger interview/engagement special
3 – Albus + Aberforth Dumbledore's story
4 – Bill Weasley: life after the attack
5 – The Black Family – focus on Sirius, Rabastan + Bellatrix Lestrange
6 – The Death Eaters – families, Azkaban, release dates, etc.
7 – Diagon Alley parade
8 – Article on W.W.V.S.
9 – Article on what actions the Ministry have taken to make sure another war doesn't happen, etc.
10 – A tribute to the victims and their families
"A man in Wrexham has been taken in for questioning this afternoon. It is believed that he was keeping a young Ukrainian Ironbelly dragon in his garden. Authorities became suspicious after receiving several complaints about the noise coming from Mr Lavingly's cottage on Sunday night. Ernie MacMillan is at the scene...Ernie, have the Dragon Keepers arrived yet?"
Ginny stared at the wireless, wondering if it was her brother's team of Dragon Keepers that had been called to the scene.
"Hello, Lavender. Yes, they arrived approximately thirty minutes ago. Head Dragon Keeper Charlie Weasley has told us that the dragon has been Stunned and they will now be placing it into a crate so they can take it back to the Ukraine, where they are hoping it will settle in fine with the other dragons of its kind in the sanctuary."
"And what will happen to Mr Lavingly?"
"According to sources at the Ministry, he will be given a 200 Galleon fine."
"Thank you, Ernie. In other news, the singer Celestina Warbeck has a serious throat infection, and Healers say it will be unlikely she will be able to perform at the Tenth Anniversary Parade in Diagon Alley. Fans of the singer have been eagerly awaiting Miss Warbeck's first-ever free performance, and mediwitches at St. Mungo's have confirmed that Miss Warbeck has received over two thousand get-well cards."
Ginny snorted. She was positive that her mother was one of those fans sending Celistina Warbeck a get-well card...or a Howler, depending on what sort of mood she was in.
"Padma Patil, founder of the Wizarding War Victim Society and organiser of the Tenth Anniversary Parade, has confirmed that the Chosen One, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley of the Chudley Cannons, and Hermione Granger will be together on the Float of Honour. We spoke to Mr Weasley during practise earlier today."
Ginny glared at the innocent wireless, sniffing with indignation. Someone had failed to mention that little tidbit of information. She resumed looking at her list, wondering which one was the guilty suspect.
"Padma is a close family friend and asked if I would mind. It's a real honour and I feel that the three of us, as a team, represent the wizarding community as a whole. All three of us lost a great deal in the war, so we understand fully what others went through. Not only did I lose friends but I lost a brother, too. Harry – well, everyone knows Harry's story. And Hermione is one of the smartest witches I know, and she saved my hide more times than I can remember, but she was treated badly for being Muggle-born. So I'm extremely honoured to have the opportunity to be a part of the parade."
Ahh, Ron was the guilty one, then. No surprises there, Ginny thought as she uncurled herself from the sofa and wandered through to her kitchen. She pointed her wand at the kettle and it began to whistle softly as it came to a boil. Ginny grabbed a cup and made herself a coffee.
She was definitely going to stay away from ideas number 1, 2, and 4, considering those were quite frankly too close to home since they involved all her family members. Number 3 was also a sore point; she knew that Aberforth hated to talk about his family and liked to be left alone in his dingy little pub.
Ginny couldn't even think about number 10, A tribute to the victims and their families. It brought up memories of Fred lying on the ground, George holding his lifeless body, tears falling freely from his wide eyes as he urged his twin to come back. Ginny hated thinking about Fred in that way. She preferred happy memories of when he used to play pranks on their mother, when he pretended to be George, or the explosions and mysterious noises that so often came from the twins' bedroom.
Shaking herself out of a stupor, Ginny frowned down at the list of ideas. Nothing was exciting enough. Death Eaters were quite interesting to do, but everyone knew about them and what they'd done; no need to relive those old tales.
A sharp, insistent knocking at the door made Ginny jump, and she got up and hurried towards it. She opened it to reveal a harassed looking Colin, who just shook his head at her questioning look.
"Don't ask," he said as he pushed passed her and propped himself up against the kitchen worktops. He spied Ginny's coffee and grabbed it, downing it in two gulps.
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "You can't expect me not to ask what's wrong after an entrance like that."
"That bitch!" Colin fumed. "She's doing a story on Padma. She's got it into her mind that Padma's taking all the grants from the Ministry and proceeds from charity and keeping them for herself. She had me following her all round Gringrotts trying to find out from a 'source' if Padma has a business account for the W.W.V.S."
"That's insane. Of course Padma does everything by the book – she's a Ravenclaw," muttered Ginny and she went to stand beside Colin.
"You need to get front page, Gin. They can't have a story like that for the special edition. It would ruin Padma and the whole parade if Imelda found out that even a single wayward Knut had mistakenly landed in her private vault instead of the business one. She's the bloody organiser of this whole thing. Why does Imelda have a need to see good, genuine people fail all the time?" Colin asked furiously.
"She's a cow. A cold-hearted one at that," Ginny replied matter-of-factly. "Do you want to come with me for dinner at the Burrow tonight? Mum has been asking for you all week, said she met a nice young man like you in Diagon Alley the other day. She still has a problem saying the word 'gay' for some reason."
Ginny rolled her eyes in a joking manner and smiled up at Colin. They had been friends since their first year together at Hogwarts. He had been very supportive after the whole Chamber of Secrets thing and had encouraged Ginny to start writing a diary again, for which she was extremely thankful as the only reason she'd got the job at the Daily Prophet in the first place was because Nadine Steller had found the diary when Ginny had left it in the Leaky Cauldron. And when Colin had decided to tell the world he was gay, Ginny had been with him every step of the way.
Colin gave her a half-smile. "Well, I suppose if your mother has a potential date for me I might as well go. It's been a while."
"A whole two weeks is not 'a while', Colin." Ginny chuckled and threw a dish cloth at him.
"I know, but it feels like two years," he exclaimed, dramatically putting a hand over his chest.
"You don't know the half of it, Colin." Ginny picked up the empty cup and placed it in the sink, then turned to find Colin gaping at her. "What?"
"You haven't had sex in two years?" Colin's face was a picture of genuine shock, which made Ginny feel slightly uncomfortable.
"I've been busy," she said rather defensively as she pulled at the hem of her jumper.
"What – building a convent? Ginny, it's been two years since your break-up with Harry. Don't you think you should get back into the dating game?" Colin moved to stand next to Ginny and wrapped his arms around her, giving her an encouraging squeeze.
"Oh, Colin, why couldn't you be straight?" sighed Ginny, feeling slightly pathetic. She hadn't been on a single date since her split from Harry. To be honest, she hadn't even tried to find a new man. Harry had moved on; he was now dating Lavender Brown who, according to Padma, was adamant that she was going to be Mrs Potter by sometime next year. Why couldn't she move on?
"Ginbug, you wouldn't like my preferences in bed."
That made her laugh and slap him playfully on the shoulder. "Come on, I want to get a good seat before everyone else arrives," she said, referring to the mismatched chairs at the dining table of the Burrow. If there were a lot of people expected, the reserve chairs made an appearance. They came in the form of a beanbag, an old barstool, a stack of tires, and they'd even had to resort to using an old toilet last Christmas. Poor Ron hadn't taken the joke well and was given no Christmas pudding due to his unfriendly use of a wand on Christmas Day.
Colin and Ginny Apparated onto the front porch of the Burrow and stared at the door, from which Molly Weasley's yells could quite clearly be heard.
"– will not calm down. Of all the women in England he has to choose her!"
"– don't care if she is well respected –"
"– Ginny is coming tonight –"
Ginny jumped at the sound of her name and quickly shot a narrow look at Colin, who was eyeing the door with extreme interest.
"– not over –"
"– never thought Harry would be –"
Colin waved frantically for Ginny's attention. "I think we should go in."
Ginny nodded and, plastering a smile across her face, opened the door to find her mother in mid-scream, waving a letter in Arthur's face and looking as if she was ready to burst into flames.
"What's going on?" Ginny asked nonchalantly.
Molly quickly shoved the letter into the front pocket of her apron and gave Arthur a significant look that meant, "This is not over!" She hurried over to Ginny and gave her a big, motherly hug.
"Oh, look at you!" Molly pulled back and let her eyes roam over her daughter's body. "Have you been losing weight?"
"No, Mum." Ginny blushed; she hated it when people talked about her weight. She wasn't exactly skinny– in fact she was maybe just the tiniest bit overweight – but she did regular exercise and tried to eat as well as she could. But she couldn't resist dropping in at Florian Fortescue's for a vanilla and toffee chip ice cream with extra toffee sauce.
Molly frowned at Ginny and turned her attention to Colin, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him into the kitchen. "I met a lovely man in Diagon Alley last week. He's just like you. His name is Cormac and he works at the Ministry, in the Law Enforcement Squad. He gave me his owl address to pass on. He seemed really interested after I told him all about you."
Ginny and Colin both watched as the Weasley matriarch rummaged through a pile of parchment scraps on the kitchen worktop. "It's in here somewhere – ah, here it is, right next to the sieve."
She handed Colin a crumpled piece of parchment. Ginny looked over his shoulder and read the name. "Cormac McLaggen? Didn't Hermione go out with him at Hogwarts?"
"I didn't realise he was gay," Colin said breathlessly, ignoring Ginny's question.
Ginny eyed him closely. "Although by the sound of things you've been wishing he was."
"Have you seen him? Absolutely magnificent." Colin closed his eyes and smiled dreamily.
Ginny snapped her fingers in front of his face, making him blink up at her, and shook her head in amusement. "You look like all your birthday wishes have come true at once."
"They have," was the simple reply she received as he studied the scrap of paper more closely, trying to find something about Cormac that might be hidden in the script.
"Ginny." She looked up to see her father nervously wiping his glasses with his tie before he placed them back on his nose. He studied her closely; it was almost like he was waging an internal battle with himself.
"Was there something you wanted to say, Dad?" Ginny urged him gently.
"It's Harry. He's coming tonight," Arthur blurted out quickly, rubbing his forehead.
Confused, Ginny nodded politely to be on the safe side. "Okay."
"He's bringing Lavender."
That made Ginny pause. Lavender was coming tonight...to the Burrow...for dinner...with Harry. Ginny bit her lip. She wasn't sure if she was ready for that. Things must be getting more serious between them if he was bringing her to a Weasley dinner. Maybe Padma was right – maybe Lavender would soon be Mrs Harry Potter.
"Are you okay with that? We could tell Harry not to come if it would make you feel better," Arthur offered as he touched her shoulder gently.
"No, no, of course I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" Ginny said, her voice becoming increasingly high-pitched.
"I'm proud of you, Ginevra." Arthur smiled down at her, then walked into the living room.
Ginny watched him leave with a sad smile on her face. Her parents had been devastated when Harry had broken up with her. They'd thought the relationship would lead to marriage and little girls with pitch-black hair and brown sparkling eyes, or little boys with red hair and natural Seeker ability. But their dreams had been shattered and their youngest child's heart broken into a thousand tiny pieces. According to Harry they just weren't "compatible enough"; to this very day Ginny still didn't understand what he meant by that.
The next to arrive were Bill and Fleur with their three children. The nine-year-old Victoire ran straight up to Ginny. "Auntie! Look at my new shoes," Victoire squealed.
"Oh, wow, they're beautiful. I must get a pair," Ginny exclaimed. Victoire's little face beamed with obvious delight and she giggled as Ginny began to tickle her sides.
Dominique and Louis, on the other hand, were not interested in shoes or in being tickled by their Aunt Ginny. "Grandpa, can you show us your shed?" The little boys stared up at Arthur with wide, innocent eyes. Grandpa Weasley had an extensive collection of Muggle artefacts and the boys loved to play with the Muggle children's games. Arthur smiled as each boy placed a hand in his larger one and pulled him outside.
Fleur moved swiftly over to Molly. "Do you need any help?"
Molly smiled but it didn't quite reach her eyes. Fleur and Molly's relationship still continued to be quite strained due to the recent announcement that Fleur wanted Victoire to study at Bueaxbatons. Molly believed that her first grandchild should go to Hogwarts, since they lived in England, after all.
"You could set the table, if you want," Molly said politely.
Fleur gave Molly a nod and walked over to the dining table with her wand drawn. Ginny could tell that her sister-in-law was upset with the distance Molly seemed set on maintaining. It was normal to see Molly and Fleur enjoying a good gossip while they cooked together; this recent subject of schooling was obviously putting extreme pressure on their already fragile relationship.
Bill sat down next to Ginny. "Charlie can't make it. He has to travel to the Ukraine by broom tonight," he explained.
"Yeah, I heard it on the news. What about Percy and George?" Ginny asked, noticing out of the corner of her eye that her mother had suddenly gone still.
"Percy sends his regards," Bill said with an exasperated roll of his eyes. "And George is busy working on some new products, apparently."
"Well, I suppose it's a good thing he's back to working on new products for the shop. He hasn't done any since Fred died. I suppose Lee will be helping him?"
"Probably," Bill replied just as the front door opened once again to reveal Ron and Hermione, hand in hand, followed by a sheepish-looking Harry with an overly smug Lavender by his side.
"Oh, you're just in time," exclaimed Molly as she hurried over and ushered them into the kitchen. "You must be Lavender."
The woman in question gave Molly a toothy smile and handed her a bouquet of pink tulips. "Thank you so much for inviting me. Harry has told me so much about you, I almost feel like I'm part of the family already," laughed Lavender, throwing a mocking smile in Ginny's direction.
Ginny silently fumed as she watched her mother fall under Lavender's charm. This was awful. She should have changed her mind; she wasn't up to seeing Harry and Lavender together, let alone seeing that atrocious woman getting along so well with her mother. Ginny could do nothing but look on as Molly placed the pink tulips in a vase that she, Ginny, had got her for her birthday.
Finally the Weasleys and their guests sat down at the sturdy oak table and tucked into the feast that Molly had no doubt been preparing all day.
"So, Ginny, how is work?"
Stopping in mid-chew, Ginny looked across to see Lavender looking at her expectantly. She swallowed quickly and looked around the table, squirming uncomfortably when she saw that everyone – apart from Ron, who was still stuffing his face – was waiting for her to answer the question.
"Fine," she said shortly, and returned to her meal.
"So you like working on the gossip column, then?" Lavender continued to prod, making Ginny think about stabbing her in the eye with a fork.
"Well, it pays the bills," Ginny smiled.
Lavender's eyes narrowed. "Surely you want to start writing something more –"
"Actually, Nadine has asked Ginny to write something for the Tenth Anniversary special edition," Colin interrupted, giving Lavender a sharp look.
Ginny gave Colin a smile and mouthed "Thank you" to him.
"Oh, Ginny, that's wonderful. Do you have any idea what you'll be focusing on?" Hermione asked, leaning around Ron so she could see Ginny.
"Um, not yet."
"Well, I'm sure you'll come up with something," Hermione assured her.
Bill, sensing the need for a change in the conversation, finally spoke up. "Harry, how does it feel to be the youngest ever Head of the Auror Department?"
"I didn't realise how much work it would actually be. I have to not only take charge of the wanted witches and wizards but I also have to deal with appeals for re-trials for all those already in Azkaban." Harry ran a hand through his hair and gave a small smile.
"Do you get a lot of appeals for re-trials, then, Harry?" Arthur inquired, looking quite interested.
"Well, we recently received an anonymous letter demanding that Draco Malfoy be given a re-trial due to lack of evidence. We questioned Narcissa Malfoy and she claims she had no idea about the letter. She told us her son committed a crime, so he should be punished. She then told us to leave because we were delaying her holiday plans," explained Harry.
"Lack of evidence? I thought Malfoy was found at the scene, holding the murder weapon," Ginny said, taking a sudden interest in the conversation. This could be a potential story. She could just see the scandal and intrigue it would cause: MALFOY MURDER RE-TRIAL.
"He was," Harry replied simply, giving Ginny an encouraging nod, "but the wand didn't belong to him and throughout the trial he denied murdering Parvati Patil and Terry Boot but admitted to being a murderer."
Ginny bit her lip and tentatively asked, "Would it be okay if I used this for my story?"
Harry stared at her thoughtfully for a moment. "Sure, I don't see why not. If you come by the office on Monday I'll let you see the files."
Ginny thanked him and finished off her fish-pie, ignoring the venomous looks Lavender was shooting at both her and Harry.
Somewhere in the middle of the North Sea, in a high-security cell, a young man groaned as he lifted another weight, his arm rolling into a perfect curve. Sweat stained his white t-shirt as it clung to his pale skin. Grimacing, he dropped the weight, enjoying the sound of the dull thud as it hit the floor. Using the back of his hand he brushed his blonde hair away from his forehead and stared blankly as the Patrol Wizard opened his cell door.
"You have an important letter, Malfoy," the Patrol Wizard said and threw a large envelope at him, then shut the cell door once again.
The prisoner's grey eyes blinked down at the script, which he recognised as that of his family's lawyer. Frowning, he ripped open the envelope and read the large black letters on the front page of an extremely thick file.
"DRACO MALFOY APPEAL FOR RE-TRIAL – ACCEPTED"
Hissing in anger, he ripped the file, including the envelope, into shreds. Picking up another set of weights with his left hand, he didn't even bother to watch as the pieces floated feebly onto the stone floor of the cell.
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