The Rejected

          It was  a lovely day at Hogwarts, with clear blue skies refined by morning dew. Birds sang, children laughed, and the worries of war seemed far away, eclipsed by the earnest questions of "Who are you taking to the Ball?" and "What do you think we got on the group project for Hagrid?" and "What's for breakfast?"  For once, all seemed right in the world.

          A voice, loud, clear and full of tearful self-righteousness, rang through the halls and corridors.

           "I'm so sorry, Hermione… I JUST CAN'T DATE ANYONE WHO REFUSES TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE VAST GOVERNMENT CONSPIRACY AGAINST TOOTH FAIRIES!"

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