After going to sleep at 5am (ugh!) I set my alarm for 8am so I could iron my white shirt for my Gryffindor student uniform while my eyes were waking up enough for my contact lenses. Still in my bathrobe at 9am, at my door arrives
Kevin, aka Kevvy the House-Elf who already cut all the butterbeer labels for me last Saturday, saying "I thought you'd
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