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Originally Posted by
ravenclawrox*_*
Suzanna smiled back at the ministy employee who had greeted her. Gently stepping over her fork portkey, she lifted up her left arm and showed him her identification. Her eyes glanced around. She was actually at a Quidditch World Cup!
DH smiled as he took the identification and checked it closely. He handed it back to her and said,
"You may pass."