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Chapter 2
She kicked the Triwizard Cup away from her, showing the precise amount of respect that she now held for the centuries old 'honour', that now doubled as a broken Portkey.
Brilliant.
In retrospect, perhaps some of the blame fell on her.
After all, if she had had more self-control and had not grabbed at the Cup in anger…
Harry sighed as she picked up the Cup. She looked up and down the road she had fallen on.
Unable to make heads or tails of where she was – her fractured glasses and the thick mist that permeated the air were contributing factors – she flicked her wrist, immediately bringing her wand into her right palm.
She gave one last derisive sniff at the item clutched in her left hand. Oh, the Minister was going to get more than an earful from her.
"Point Me."
Word Count: 142
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