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Oh, Char didn’t mind that Keigh was being clingy. It was understandable since he wasn’t going to be at Hogwarts next year. “Agreed,’’ he agreed, tilting his face towards the sky, which was bright with the moon rather luminous. “Perfect evening for a picnic too. Professor Devries is rather thoughtful.” Yes, their Head of House definitely was. “Think there’s any hot chocolate?” Maybe he could try Summoning some of his favourite Swedish toppings from his stash in the Hufflepuff seventh year boys’ dorm.
He chuckled. “Silly, Keigh. That’s for you. I’ve found a bit more right… here.” Charlie reached over to carefully pluck some more of the fluxweed. Truthfully, there was a feeling of certainty that he would never ever be able to forget what this particular plant looked like; it was all rooted in his brain. “I think I’ve collected enough. How about you?” Would it be long before they scooted off to the picnic? It was almost as though the spread was calling him relentlessly! |