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Chapter 8: In which Pigwidgeon is George's One True Love…
R*R: Ron and Hermione sat down for breakfast…
Hermione: Pass the pickled gherkin, please.
R*R: Then Ron noticed something odd…
Ron: I have noticed something odd.
Hermione: Indeed.
R*R: For Pigwidgeon was blushing…
Pig: Oh, you!
George: My darling love! The ever-dreamsilk of my deepest sweetly-perfumed delights! Without you, speech is but a random syllable! Music but a crude noise! You are the light of my life! The fire in my heart! The starts in my skies, and blood that flows in my very veins! Pig, my One True Love, will you marry me?
Pig: Oh yes, yes, yes!
R*R: So Pig and George got married, and everyone in the great hall was very happy for them…
Everyone In The Great Hall: How happy we are!!!!
R*R: Except Harry…
Harry: *runs away*
The End