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Hermy nodded. "That is very true. I do like a breeze in my hair, though it knots my curls up like hell, and then it rather resembles a frizzy furball." She laughed, before smirking slightly. Who would break first? She had a feeling it was likely to be her. Oh well, she could try. "Thank goodness for the hair potion I found in Diagon Alley." She didn't expect Marco to understand the need to tame her frizz, but she said it none the less.
"I think I've got to about number 150, though don't test me on any of them! There are rather a lot, and some are rather confusing too." Her bedtime reading had turned out to be rather much harder work to understand than she had hoped, but there again the book she was using looked rather old and tatty, with unusual language.
"That it could! Though I can narrow it down to those with a quidditch background I reckon." She looked at him thoughtfully, as if trying to read Marco's mind through his eyes.
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