Jack was sitting by the fire in the Gryffindor common room, dressed in his flannel shirt and jeans, with his two ruined uniforms (one stained with ink, the other stained with grease from his recent unpopcorning) folded neatly at his side. He was poring through a spell book, attempting to find something that would get the stains out. The Scourgify
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"Damn stupid shrubbery," she grumbled, stalking through the common room like an irritated tiger and utterly failing to notice it was occupied. "I'll say 'ni' at it, I really will...."
She halted, frozen in mid-step, and turned. For a long moment she regarded Jack, staring at him as though trying to read the back of his skull.
"...You'd better not be a hallucination," she said, and with that bizarre greeting tackled him, nearly knocking him over as she pulled him into a rib-crushing hug.
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