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Oh, Bludgers...forgot I was Harry. Pardon.
Harry stumbled over to the Gryffindor table, nearly throwing himself next to Ron as he rubbed his forehead and eyes in complete exhaustion. "I've never been this flaming tired since the Durselys made me sleep standing up," he tried to joke. The joke failed miserably when his attempted up-beat voice only managed to sound like a wail of pain. He turned around slightly, feeling someone watching his back, and said, rather sarcastically, "Can I help you, Nott?" |