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[acridturpintine]

The ride on the Hogwarts Express was rather interesting this year. Terry's sister Sarah was with us in our compartment for some time. She certainly knows how to entertain herself; most of the time she sat as far as she could from us, talking to herself. Or perhaps her Hogwarts letter and Terry's socks. When she caught me watching her, she would

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[terryclothrags]

I expect my mum will find some way to blame me for this.

My only consolation is I can't really tell her that she's in Slytherin.

I did warn you about the socks. But did you listen? No. Fools, the lot of you.

[terryclothrags]

Well, if I have to, I will give her one of my own.

Understandable.

[acridturpintine]

Right. As long as it is understood that you must buy me new socks.

[terryclothrags]

Perhaps you should get Sarah to buy you new socks.

I don't see why I have to buy you new socks, just because you can't intimidate a firstie.

[acridturpintine]

Talking to other people is not on my To Do list. What are you whinging for anyway? She's your sister, not mine.

[terryclothrags]

This is supposed to be the point where I put up the sign that says 'Boot Season' and the hunter with a speech impediment shoots me, right?

[acridturpintine]

I have no idea what that means, but if you do not agree, I will ask Millicent Bulstrode, who is looking for a new stalkee, to go after you.