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"Tickets to the Holyhead Harpies versus the Chudley Cannons on Saturday." Verity eyes the tickets cautiously. "For me? Why?"
"George said you'd never been to a Quidditch game," Ron explains, running the back of his neck with one hand. "Ginny's always giving me tickets, but I can't go—got dinner with Hermione's parents. And George said you might…"
"Oh. That's nice of you." Verity frowns. "It's just…Ron, I've never been because I don't particularly like Quidditch."
"Right." Ron flushes. Then, as if he's readying himself to be hexed, he says, "You know, Charlie's a big fan. And there are… uh, two tickets there."
And then it all makes sense. Verity gives a small laugh, and the tension in Ron's shoulders slowly disappears.
"George likes to meddle, doesn't he?" she says, but there's no bite to her tone.
Ron gives a shrug. "Are you surprised?"
"Well, feel free to report back that I am very grateful for the tickets and plan on making good use of them." Then, winking, she says, "And that if all goes well I might be late in on Sunday."
The colour returns to Ron's cheeks immediately. "Uh, I—ugh!"
Verity, grinning widely, leaves him spluttering at the counter. After all, she has a very important letter to write.
