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She shook her head firmly, her hair flipping as she did so. "Nuh uh!" she said, giggling and playfully punching his shoulder. His was definitely better. Hehehe.
"Awwwwwwww. Okaaay." she said with a sigh and a small smile. She then clapped her hands together a little out of excitement. "Hooray!" she squealed.
She nodded as they jogged. "Okay, sounds good to me!" she said. She then laughed when he talked about letting her win. An idea suddenly popped into her head. "We should actually race. When we go get our ice cream, let's race all the way to the castle!" she suggested, grinning. "And don't let me win, mister!" she added, giving him a I've-got-my-eye-on-you look.
"Ouch! That hurt!'' Jory said, contorting his face in fake pain.
"You've got a mean punch and I won't talk to you again if you keep punching me.'' He turned his face away from Ronnie and grinned. Yeah right. He liked getting punched by her.
"Oh! That's a great idea! I bet I'll grab some before you at the Gryffindor table.'' Yup, because the Lion's table seemed to be where he sat all the time now, ever since the feast. "
Okay, you got it. But try not to be sad when I win.'' And Jory was so busy laughing, he failed to watch where he was going until it was too late. His foot tripped on something and he went sprawling face first into the sand. Great. This was fun. Ronnie must be dying of laughter.