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| ■■ 37. Relashio astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf ■■ 37. Relashio “Crookshanks! Please, give it back!” Hermione snapped running around the common room chasing her cat who had some parchment hanging from his mouth.
“See, even he knows that writing an essay for Snape is a waste of time. He never gives anyone in Gryffindor full marks,” Ron yawned flopping down on the sofa and observing her feeble attempts at getting her paper back.
“Everyone except Hermione,” Harry corrected as he attempted to get the cat caught in a corner.
Crookshanks looked back and forth between the two and then over at Ron who had semed to have fallen asleep on the couch. Hermione looked over her shoulder, saw this, and rolled her eyes.
“And he calls Scabbers worthless,” she muttered.
Realizing that she was going to have to take drastic matters, she pulled out her wand and pointed it at the cat. “Crookshanks, I’m really sorry about this,” she sighed. “Relashio!”
Sparks flying everywhere, the cat jumped a few feet into the air, dropped the parchment, and ran up the stairs to the girl’s dormitory. Relieved to have her assignment back, Hermione reached for it as it fluttered to the ground…and fluttered right smack in the fireplace.
“MY ESSAY!”
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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