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"Here it is. Ham and cheese. Sorry, I couldn't rescue a grilled cheese before they ran out." Charlotte handed Abby a sandwich wrapped in a napkin which she instantly began gorging down. Abby mumbled something that couldn't be understood with her mouth full; Charlotte assumed it was a variation of "cheers;" and sat down in her bed.

"I still don't get why you can't go down to the kitchens and ask for something like everyone else." Abby was no good at talking and eating at the same time, but she still tried to her friend's disgust, "by Merlin, chew first please."

After a few minutes Abby was able to answer. "I'm just so tired that all I want is to eat and go to bed. I don't have the strength to go all the way down and then all the way up. I would fall asleep on the stairs." She stood up and brushed the crumbs from her gray skirt before changing into her pajamas: red Mickey Mouse sweat pants and an extra-large shirt with Queen's logo, both with small holes in them. Her Mom had tried to convince her to take something more presentable to school but Abby felt more herself like this.

Her roommate changed to her usual shorts, Abby had learned the year before no matter what season it was Charlotte would always wear shorts to bed. "Wow, Flitwick's private tutoring is really kicking your ass, huh?"

"You've no idea." Abby sighed. "And it's just the second day."

"At least it's working."

"I know!" even laid down on her bed Abby couldn't help her lopsided grin. "It's finally working."

"I'm really happy for you. And for my hair, honestly I thought one of these days you were gonna set MY hair on fire." They both laughed, although it was a real concern for both of them. Charlotte smiled sharing Abby's relief. "But seeing how busy you are made me think that I have too much free time. I'm thinking of joining a club, what do you think?"

"That's brilliant, Charlie! You should. You're a great flier you could get into the Quidditch team! I'd be your personal cheerleader."

"As much as I'd love that, I already kinda asked Hooch and she said I'm not ready yet. She said waiting one more year would be best."

"Well…she thinks you can do it. You just have to find something else to do for one year."

"That's the problem. They're not many options for second years."

"What about the Choir? I've heard you sing and you're amazing."

Charlotte groaned.

"Come on! Do you really rather spend your evenings doing homework instead of something that you like with other people who like doing it too?"

Charlotte groaned louder.

"Listen, I'll go with you to the trials. If we both get in it'd be a wonderful break from the violence of…"

Charlotte alarmed made her sat up in her bed. "Violence?! What are you and Flitwick up to?!"

"Nothing! I meant tension, stress…you know. It'd be a great break from the stress of the tutoring. Flitwick is…tough. That's what I meant."

Although Charlotte frowned, she seemed satisfied with Abby's response. The taller witch flipped her wand, murmured "Nox" to turn off the one light they've kept on, and went back to bed before the rest of the roommates start complaining. "Okay, but you cannot back down on me."

"Promise."

To the surprise of many, the crowd who showed to join Hogwarts own Frog Choir was bigger than expected, that's why Flitwick had to spend more time than necessary with expanding spells than organizing the students.

To Gryffindors' joy they had both get in after the personal audition, but to their dismay they got separated by vocal register. And to Abby's very personal anguish, Olivia and her minions had been accepted too.

Abby didn't know many of the choir members but looking around amongst the girls in the Mezzo sopranos group she recognized a Slytherin girl from her year from the Sorting Hat Ceremony. Her straight copper brown hair had been cut slightly above her shoulders, but her heart shaped face and small but bright eyes, as well as her skinny complexion made her easy to recognize. Jade had spoken a little bit about her. They were acquaintances more than friends, but according to the only Slytherin she talked to; this girl had an easy smile and an easy-going temperament. Jade had noticed she wasn't arrogant or snob like many Slytherins, possibly because she was a half-blood, a fact she had learned to own. Because of that presentation card, Abby decided she admired her. And maybe that unconscious thought is what made her sat next to her, even if she couldn't recall her name.

They exchanged a small and cordial smile and waited for the professor.

Abby had never find Flitwick's voice lulling, not in Charms class and never in Duel Club; then again in none of those classes she stayed sited doing nothing but hearing him for such a long time. Suddenly her eyelids where too heavy; by the third time she nodded off, the girl to her left woke her up just in time to receive the sheet music. Abby giggled and whisper a "Thank you."

Flitwick took the podium. "I am very pleased with the turnout this year. I am proud to welcome our new members to the Frog Choir. We shall start with a classic: 'Something wicked this way comes.' Please keep a careful eye in your sheet music. The veterans will sing so you can listen a few times and then follow."

The paper in her hands had a staff but nothing else. She was confused but when the choir began, the note glowed and appeared at its proper time. She laughed out loud. "It's like karaoke!"

"Ha! But I don't think we'll be singing Michael Jackson or Madonna." The Slytherin girl chimed in.

"Those are the real classics. Are you muggle-born?" Abby's attention was solely in a possible friend. She'd learn there were not many muggle-borns in her year, so they weren't many people whom she had a lot in common.

"Half. My mom's a witch, my dad didn't know magic existed before her, corny but true. You?"

"Muggleborn and total karaoke geek, especially the classics."

"Nice. I'm Harper."

"SHHHH! Ladies may I bother you with your attention?!" Flitwick's demand interrupted their conversation.

Both of them murmured a barely audible "Sorry" and lowered their eyes with embarrassment. Everyone was looking at them, apparently they had been louder than they thought, especially to the taste of one Ravenclaw girl who glared at them and shook her head with disapproval.

After a pause, Abby who was too excited to have a friend who'd understand her dissolution at missing almost every single movie release of the year, kept talking.

"Nice to meet you; I'm Abigale. But Abby seems to be more popular"

"Glad you're not one of the freaks who calls everyone by their last names."

Abby chuckled too loud, and was shushed again by the steeling glare of the Ravenclaw girl wearing glasses. "I know. What's up with that?"

They both shrugged and giggle some more. Abby decided then and there she'd made a friend.

After one hour of going through the same song, and Flitwick shushing Abby and Harper's chat, everyone was getting restless; even the Ravenclaw, who Abby figured was really into "Something Wicked this way comes" by the way she kept given them the eye.

Flitwick dried a bit of swept from his forehead with a handkerchief and called for a break. While he went to his office to get sheet music to practice a different song, they should stay inside the classroom, preferably quiet. Abby wondered if he had forgotten that all the students here where preteens or teenagers, or if it was his own wishful thinking. The oldest members were the first ones to go out to the hall. Charlotte waved Abby to let her know she'll be back in a bit. The majority of the students had decided to go stretch their legs, leaving behind very few people, including the new acquaintances, who preferred to stay put and keep fangirling about bad horror movies. Conversation was so easy between them Abby felt she could tell everything to this girl,

"The last time I went to London, I watched this zombie movie and the only thing I could think of was how everything would be so easily solved by wizards and witches." Abby commented.

"That is IF we would like to help the muggles."

"True. And then there wouldn't be a movie. So, besides bad scary ones, what other movies do you…"

"Aw, look guys. Isn't it cute? The weirdo has an actual friend." Abby would've recognized that shrilling condescending tone anywhere. Olivia was one of those girls who had developed fast and early. She was one of the tallest girls in their generation and, as she often liked to point out she had already the need for an actual bra. At twelve years old she made sure that everyone was well aware she was on her way to model for Witch's Heart.

Her two minions, whom as far as Abby was concern, didn't even had names, let alone personalities, usually stood close by and laughed on cue like creepy robots without making any other sound. Meanwhile Olivia enjoyed using her height against the short Abby who was still praying for her growing pains. She liked to stand very close to her so she could literally look down on her; just as she was doing when she rudely interrupted the talk.

Abby rolled her eyes and without giving the satisfaction of a glance she defended herself: "I do have friends, Olivia. They just don't like talking to you."

"Oh, you mean the loser Gryffindors? You got it wrong. They don't have a choice. They have to act like your friends because McGonagall forces them to. I mean, who would want to be around a fat mudblood who got into Hogwarts as charity."

That hurt. As much as Abby tried to take the high road and ignore her, she couldn't help grinding her teeth. She consciously knew that's exactly what the mean girl wanted: to throw daggers at her feelings until she hit a soft spot.

"As usual; you are wrong Olivia." Harper stood up to stand next to Abby. "I am her friend and I'm proud of it." Abby's eyes brighten with surprise; she smiled and crossed her arms. Knowing she had Harper on her side, somehow made whatever Olivia had to say immediately inconsequential.

Olivia took her time to observe and scan Harper; maybe wondering how she had dared to turn on a fellow Slytherin, Abby thought.

"Parrish…of course. It makes sense, you can probably smell the filth in her. It takes one to know one."

The last person Abby imagined would get involved spoke up in a clear but thin voice. "Actually Olivia, it has been proven that there is no difference in magic created from someone who has muggle ancestry and someone who doesn't. Your argument is not valid and I think you should leave them alone."

They all turned around towards the only person standing close to the Soprano section. Abby recognized the Ravenclaw girl from their year; the one who had been throwing darts with her eyes, and now was helping them out, for no apparent reason. That's weird. Ten minutes ago she hated us.

Olivia raised her left perfectly traced eyebrow. "And you are?"

The Ravenclaw breathed deeply and stood a bit straighter, but before she could properly answer, the Slytherin wannabe queen interrupted again.

"Wait a second…you're a Browning." She chuckled, and Abby wished she would choke on her saliva. "One of the swamp witches! You're the worst kind of pureblood there is: dishonored, poor and especially stupid." The blonde paced toward her, believing herself menacing, "You're dumb enough to believe we are all the same. I don't think your mind works well enough to get that I'm just better than you; and certainly better than these dirtbags."

Most commonly Abby would endured the shallow girl's bullying stoically, without any response, waiting for it to go away; but this time she was getting really tired of Olivia's delusions. "Watch out, Olivia. You're starting to sound very death eater-like."

"Yeah, you wouldn't want the people at Witch's Heart to find out you're quoting Voldemort, do you?" Harper joined in.

"That would give very bad reputation to the Selwyns." The Browning girl stated, more as the discovery of a fact than as a dig at her aggressor.

The self proclaimed Slytherin Princess didn't reply, but Abby recognized that face. There was no natural reason for a face to turn that shade of red, unless you messed with Olivia's hair, or in this case: her family. She took out her golden wand and drew it in the Ravenclaw's direction. She murmured a spell Abby intuit they weren't suppose to know. Browning threw her hands to her throat and gasped for air on the spot. Abby jumped from the breaches, wand raised. "Leave her alone!"

Harper recessed the situation and figured two had better chances than one, so she also pointed her wand directly at Olivia. "Yeah, bugger off!"

The blonde witch turned, amused. "Or what?"

"Expelliarmus!" Abby commanded. The spell hit Olivia's hand sending her precious wand flying. The Slytherin hadn't seen Abby in control of her magic, until now. When the Ravenclaw could breathe again, moved to grab her wand. For a second it seemed like a duel was about to spark, but the door creaked and a screamed broke the tension.

Professor Flitwick accompanied by the rest of the Frog Choir barged back into the room to find Olivia screaming her lungs out, her minions running to comfort her and the three girls who had just been insulted in many levels pointing their wands at her. In an instant they all understood what Olivia's Machiavellian mind had concocted.

Flitwick didn't even need a spell to be heard. "Whatever is happening here ends now! You three have no right to threaten a fellow student. Each one of your houses loses twenty points AND you'll see me tomorrow for detention after classes."

"Professor, you don't understand we weren't trying to…" Abby pleaded, but got interrupted by Harper: "this is not what it looks like! We had to…" who got interrupted by the Ravenclaw girl: "No no no no no. Professor, I can't have a detention that would ruin my perfect…" Meanwhile Olivia's tearless wailing had started to deafen them. However, they were all magically silenced by Flitwick's quick hand.

"For not taking responsibility for your actions you will spend the rest of the week in detention. And you will remain silenced until you nod to prove you understand."

The three of them had to swallow their words, and the truth, before nodding.

"Good. Now Miss Selwyn, please collect yourself and go to Madame Pomfrey to get rid of that wailing curse."

Olivia looked offended but knew better than to push her win. The teacher flipped his wand again, liberating them to talk, although with a single look he encouraged them to not arguing farther. The three framed girls glanced at each other and look down; there was nothing else to do.

The door of the most filthy and abandoned classroom in the castle shut closed with a bang. That was the second time in a day Abby had seen the elegant Professor Flitwick slam a door. I hope this doesn't become a thing.

They had been instructed to clean the whole place the muggle way. Apparently this classroom had been left unused after a magical substitute for glue was spilled, since then, it had become a mix of storage room and laboratory for the pranksters of the last six years; pranksters who didn't care to clean after themselves.

Abby sighed loudly and grabbed a brush and bucket. "At least we're not alone."

Harper rolled up the sleeves of her stripped sweater and tried to move the chairs to one side of the room. She was disgusted but smiling. "True. And he didn't say we couldn't talk." They laughed.

The Ravenclaw girl cut in right between them to grab her own bucket and brush, with some very loud bashing she got down to work, so the others shrugged and figured they'd follow suit.

After a while, Abby's knees and back got tired. She dropped her bum ungracefully to the floor, her arms thrown in the air with the movement, releasing her sponge directly at Harper's face.

"Merlin, I'm so sorry Harper I…" Harper splashed some of the bucket water right to Abby's mouth. The cunning girl wasn't mad she was grinning when she turned away to keep cleaning, but Abby wasn't one to lose a fight that easily. She dipped her red oversized sleeves in the water and threw them both towards her friend.

Harper gasped. "You're on." Abby ran to the other side of the room and stood too close for the comfort of the more obedient girl. Harper threw the sponge and hit Abby's back. The Gryffindor went for the uninvolved girl's rag, she snatched it, twirled it and used it as a towel against her rival. They ran in circles from one side of the room to the other, even slipping from time to time but always giddy.

But Harper was done playing games; she nodded her head slowly and took the sides of the half empty bucket.

Abby's eyes got extremely round. "No…no no no Harper no don't…"

Before the poor unsuspecting girl could get out of the way, Harper sent the contents of the bucket flying to through the air. Her aim was wrong; Melinda Browning was dripping from head to toe. When she got to her feet and turned, her very long very wet very dark brown hair covered her face. She screamed trying to get the soapy water from her eyes and glasses. And then, more to herself than at the others, she mumbled "Why they couldn't just clean? Why is it so hard to be quiet and stay out of trouble? Why? WHY?"

"Sorry, we didn't mean to…" Harper tried to help her somehow, but she was clearly not to be messed with right then. She was doing her best attempt to breathe and calm down. The others were too startled to move or say anything. She eventually got her hair away from her face, glared at them for what felt like centuries, turned around and got back to the cleaning.

Harper and Abby stared at each other, and with a hint of telepathy, got back to the task, taking extreme care to not bother the still dripping girl.

After a pause of tense silence the Ravenclaw retorted, as if she had been gathering enough self control to not shout at them. "Professor Flitwick didn't say we couldn't talk but that doesn't mean we SHOULD. This is punishment after all."

Abby bit her lip and joined her in the floor to keep scrapping. "Well, cleaning is really not the worst thing we could be doing."

The girl puffed and changed spots to a corner of the room. "It's not about cleaning. It's about the shame of detention."

She worked frantically while the other two stopped in their tracks. "Shame of detention? We're hardly the first ones to get detention, and we're definitely not gonna be the last ones. This is not even my first one." Harper said with a hint of pride.

Abby chimed in. "Well it is my first, but if I live right it won't be the last time I get into trouble." They laughed together and high-fived, which only made the opposite side even more irritated.

"Maybe YOU are okay with this, but I am not! You may have ruined my path to Headgirl. I am not a problematic person. I do not get in trouble. YOU GOT ME IN TROUBLE!"

Harper and Abby met her on their feet. While the Slytherin huffed and made faces, Abby confronted the Ravenclaw: "What? Wait a second. Olivia choked you, not us. We were helping you! Actually you defended us first. If you're so worried about getting in trouble, why did you do it?"

There was a pause in which Melinda Browning wasn't sure what to say; and everyone who knew her understood how conflicting that was for her. The others waited patiently, they really wanted to know. Melinda breathed deeply and uttered the only truth that came to her: "I thought it was the right thing to do."

Abby and Harper's annoyance dissolved away. They did have something in common. The Slytherin added "Well, that's also what we were trying to do."

The Ravenclaw nodded, looked to the side awkwardly and went back to the dirt. Harper glanced at her friend, shrugged and followed suit. Abby joined them, but her pride pushed her to say out loud: "You're welcome." She barely heard the answer, a whispered "Thank you;" happier now so she got down to business.

After an hour the tension was gone; they had spent it in a busy silence, exchanging sponges, and brushes around, but they weren't half way done yet. Abby was reminded of her chores at home and how there was only one thing that made them bearable. "I wish we had some music. It would make this a lot less boring."

"I know! Music makes everything better." Harper replied. "But my brother and I rarely agree on what music to listen to while we're washing the dishes. The only thing that makes us both happy is some musicals…and Disney! Always Disney."

"Yes! My favorite soundtracks for cleaning are "I'll make a man out of you" from Mulan and "Under the sea" From the Little Mermaid."

Harper and Abby were so enthralled in their chat they didn't notice how the third party instantly perked up and turned around at the sound of the word "mermaid." "Wait, do you know a mermaid?" Melinda fixed her glasses as if she was seeing them for the first time.

Abby took a second to understand the question, then, she remembered what Olivia had said: this girl was a pureblood, she'd never been in contact with the muggle world, let alone the muggle media. "Amh not like a real one, though that would be wicked. It's a movie, an animated movie."

As uncomfortable Melinda was with not knowing something she was even more curious. "What's a movie?"

The girls looked at each other, babbling; explaining something that they've taken for granted tuned out to be very difficult. Abby decided to give it a go. "Well…it's similar to a painting that moves, but it's a story that someone wrote, and someone acted, and someone directed it. It's a team effort, really, and once it's done it won't change."

Melinda sat down on the floor and crossed her knees, like a child listening a bedtime story. "So is it like theatre?"

Harper and Abby nodded effusively. Maybe we should've started with that.

Harper dropped the sponge into the bucket and decided she preferred to spend her time explaining muggle things. "Yes! Exactly like that, but this is recorded with a camera and when people see it is not live. And after you've filmed it people add many things, special effects like spaceships and monsters and superheroes and music."

Melinda adjusted her skirt and tall socks; she had come to a similar conclusion than Harper. "Are there many movies about mermaids?"

Abby figured a list in her mind. "Plenty, but the best one IS definitely the one we told you about: "The Little Mermaid." It has music and the animation is beautiful. It's a classic."

"What is it about?"

Abby was the last one to drop down. She never lost a chance to tell a story. "It's about this young mermaid who falls in love with this human prince she rescues from a shipwreck. Her father forbids her to go near humans, so she goes to the sea witch…"

"Who is more like an octopus than a mermaid." Harper interjected.

"Yeah. And she makes a deal with the witch: legs to go meet her beloved, in exchange for her voice."

Melinda gasped. "What does she want with her voice?"

"Doesn't make much sense, but she uses it to be creepy and to deceive Prince Eric when…" Harper answered.

"No Spoilers, Harper! She must see it herself." Abby exclaimed.

"Okay, okay. Got it."

The Gryffindor continued, "Actually it's based on a fairytale, though the original is quit depressing."

"Yeah, the movie is better by far." Harper tilted her head, "so…why are you so interested in mermaids? An hour ago you said we shouldn't speak while in detention."

"And you hated our guts." Abby added.

Melinda seemed slightly ashamed of her outburst, but she was timid to be honest for she had never talked about this to anyone in Hogwarts. "…It's a family thing." She could've stopped, but looking at the other two eager girls, her instinct told her she could trust them. "There's a legend that says that my great-great-grandmother was a mermaid and she fell in love with a wizard. They say she saved him and it was love at first sight. In the beginning they settled near the beach and they were happy there. But it was a muggle town, so eventually the villagers got suspicious, and they had to move into main land. But the further they got away from the ocean, the sicker she felt. Eventually she grew so weak the only way of saving her life was to get her back into the sea. She said goodbye to her two daughters and her husband carried her into the water. They say they had one last kiss, and when she touched the salt water…she transformed into a kelpie."

"Wow…" Harper and Abby said in unison.

The Slytherin commented first. "I wish my family had legends."

Abby was stilled hung up on the story. "No wonder you like mermaids. That'd be a great movie. Did they ever see her again? Her husband and children?"

"We don't know…but that's supposed to be the story about where our wands come from."

"Wha…what do you mean? You didn't get your wand with Mr. Ollivander?" Abby wasn't aware there was more than one manner to obtain a wand.

"It's a family tradition. There's a chest of wands with kelpie mane core at Grandma's. They don't use kelpie mane for cores anymore because it's so hard to get. But ours is supposed to be my great-great-grandmother's mane. When I got my letter, I tried a few of them; I analyzed them carefully, made a list of pros and cons and chose mine."

The other two girls turned to each other, and in unison: "Ravenclaw"

"Is that an insult?"

Nobody wanted to start arguing again so Harper tried to explain. "No, there's nothing wrong with it. It's just over thinking is your guys' thing, right?"

"I Guess so…"

A thought dawn on Abby. "Hey…we've been here for hours now, and we'll be here for the rest of the week by the look of it and we haven't introduced ourselves properly. We only know your last name. Browning isn't it?"

The proud Ravenclaw puffed her chest a bit. "Yes. And my name is Melinda."

"I'm Abby, last name: Mondragon." She pointed at herself and then to her left. "And this is Harper Parrish."

"Hiya"

The formal twelve-year old nodded to the both of them; "nice to properly meet you."

There was a pause, but instead of being awkward, the three regarded each other. They could sense something had shifted, but it was a sensation, nothing more, yet.

Melinda broke the silence, her curiosity unsatisfied. "About these…movies, where can I see them?"

The next silence wasn't awkward either, but baffled.

"I have no idea," Harper said.

"I don't think there's a theater in Hogsmeade, do you reckon?" Abby wondered out loud. Harper shook, and Melinda's face saddened. But Abby was determined: "Don't worry, we'll find a way."

When Professor Flitwick got back, he reprimanded them on the little advance they've made. "You three ought to come back each afternoon for as long as it takes you to get this classroom squeaky clean. Understood? Good. You're done for the day."

As soon as he gave his back to them, they giggled together. None of them could've predicted they would look forward to detention, but Abby figured there was a first time for everything.

Harper dropped down on the Hufflepuff table next to her brother Nick and start stealing fries from his plate.

"Hey! You know I don't share food!" he said.

"Bugger off, Nick! I pretty much missed dinner already and I'm starving."

"That's not my problem. Go to the kitchens or something."

"Too late, already here."

He quit taking the plate and resigned himself to sharing. "Where were you anyway?"

"Detention."

"Second already?"

"It wasn't my fault this time."

"And how many times have you said that?"

She didn't dignify the question with an answer. Instead she locked eyes with him and without flinching went for the very last fry, a crunchy one.

The dark haired boy with round eyes gasped, almost in pain. "I hate you."

His sister laughed, "No, you don't." Her eyes drifted away across the room to the blue sea of Ravenclaws. In the middle of the other perfectly uniformed Ravens, Melinda felt it and turned, smiling and waving shyly. Harper waved back.

Nick caught the gestured and was intrigued. "I thought Ravenclaws were snobs and know-it-alls?"

"Not all of them."

Harper smiled, thinking of her new friends, people she would've never thought of befriending, but she was glad she had. This time she felt like a pair of eyes had set on her shoulders. She turned to find Abby's eyes. They exchanged a wide, big, grin, and a telepathic giggle.

"And…Gryffindors too? Sis, you're so…multicultural."

"You're jealous you don't have anyone else to hang out with other than your badgers."

"You usually rather hang out with us than your housemates, so who's really stuck with badgers, hum?"

They made peace with a glare, and clinked their cups of juice.

Nick looked back to the Gryffindors for a moment, and settled on the girl laughing until snorting, the one with the curly hair and the hazel eyes. "At least, you're friends with a cute one."

"What?" Harper asked.

He blushed and quickly brushed it away. "Nothing. Didn't say anything."

"Mmmh….sure…" Harper could tell he got nervous and bow to investigate later, maybe she'll ask her new friends.

Through the years, they had wished they could've been there the first time, maybe do it all over again. But the first time they got the title, none of them was aware they would become part of the legacy. They couldn't have known what Flitwick commented to the Headmistress McGonagall during dinner at the teachers table.

"I'll tell you, Minerva. When I came back, their demeanor had changed."

"Wasn't that the point of detention, Filius?"

"Yes, but there was something familiar…they reminded me of….another group of troublemakers."

"Is that so? Why, if you are referring to the troublemakers who grew up to save this very school, I don't think we should be worrying."

"Oh no…I mean yes…them. But I was thinking even further back…"

"The marauders?"

"Precisely!"

"Well, they also battled dark forces…"

"But they didn't come out unscratched." Flitwick paused to gobble a piece of bread, and got distracted by the new potions teacher's voice.

But that comment, left McGonagall reeling, and thinking to herself: "I do hope they have better luck."

I wasn't so sure fries are a common thing in Hogwarts for dinner, but I figured is not impossible either.

Thanks for reading! Will be back as soon as I can. You may look forward to a few magical discoveries in Hogwarts, love stories, a smuggle net, and always friendship.

Lots of love!