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What was he going to do about this? The blond was tempted to take the blasted thing down, but he knew it would only reappear again in a few hours, likely with multiple posters plastered about. But something needed to be done about this. Those boys needed to be taught a lesson in scoring girlfriends. Girls were not that desperate or stupid.
He was about to turn on his heel and head into the Great Hall, hoping to find those boys in there, when a familiar voice addressed him. His blue eyes shifted from the bulletin board to the small body standing next to him. He snorted at her comment about him not being a girl.
"Thanks for the update, Hattie," he said, rolling his eyes. "They wouldn't want me anyway. Gryffindor." A finger was pointed at the red ink.
His gaze returned to his sister, his eyes twinkling as a light bulb turned on in his mind. "But you're a girl." With girly handwriting. Yes, this was perfect. "We should fill out an application for them." Frankie grinned.
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