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A Girl Named Hope: Chapter Ten: Trouble
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Professor Minerva McGonagall could easily say that Hope and the Weasley Twins together was easily the most dangerous combination she'd seen in years, only second to Hope's father's group of friends.
Professor McGonagall sighed quietly as her student sat in one of the desks before her, studiously making up one of her tests that she'd missed while in the hospital wing.
Hope was too much like her father, really, that must be said, because as soon as she was done with her test she was to go down to the dungeons for another detention with Professor Snape for that smart mouth of hers.
"Potter—"
"I don't know anything about—" Hope said quickly with a slight jump in her voice that told Professor McGonagall that she was –once again– up to something.
She narrowed her eyes shrewdly at the young girl. "Potter, I am going to have to start calling Mr. Weasley 'Trouble' at the rate you're going at."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Hope said airily, a slight smile just brushing her lips. "But I'll pass it on."
The muscle in Professor McGonagall's jaw twitched with effort as she forced herself not to smile.
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