Disclaimer: Harry Potter is definitely not mine.
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"Levicorpus," I whisper, aiming my wand at the red-headed deviant who was responsible for me wasting half my day in the lavatory. Apparently you cannot simply just magic the pink bogeys away – believe me – I tried.
I felt a smug sense of satisfaction when my ears met a loud cry of outrage.
"GRANGER," he screamed when he finally realized I was standing here. I couldn't help but giggle at the poor boy hanging upside down by his ankle.
"LET ME DOWN"
"Payback darling," I say before apparating away.