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30. Feast
Second Year; Hogwarts; Night
“SHH!!” Ollie whispered as her clumsy oaf of a friend knocked into a suit of armour.
“HEY. I can’t see a bloody thing! Not all of us walk down this corridor every single day, Olivia the Hufflepuff,” Guido whispered back, folding his arms as he shook his leg. It HURT.
Olivia sighed and pressed on, her hand still trailing on the wall when she found it; the painting of the pear. Tickling it lightly, she grinned as the door opened to reveal piles upon piles of delicious food. How she LOVED those elves!
“Now – let’s FEAST!”
. . . “Impressive.”
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