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"Ron!" Harry yelled at his friend. "I can't find my phone!"
"I'm right here, Harry. You don't have to yell." Ron said from his spot right next to Harry.
"I can't find my phone, though!" Harry yelled.
"Relax." Ron said.
"How can I relax? I can't find my phone?"
"What does it look like?" Ron asked.
"It's a white iPhone 4S with a red and gold Otterbox! I need to find it!"
Ron smiled. "Your case has the Gryffindor colors?"
Harry gasped. "I understand what you're saying. Draco stole it!"
"How would Draco have gotten ahold of your phone?" Ron asked.
"Like this! Accio phone!" Harry yelled.
Then Harry's phone came flying towards Harry, hitting him in the face as it came to him.
Ron picked it up from where it had fallen on the floor. "I found your phone, Harry." He said as he handed it back to his friend.
Harry stared at his friend, then started maniacally laughing. "I stole it back from Draco!"
"Sure, Harry." Ron said, rolling his eyes.