Harry stalked through the trees, looking for any sign of his enemy. A broken twig here, a partial footprint there. Ah! A rustling sounded ahead. Harry crouched lower the ground as he approach the clearing. A flash of white-gold appeared through the foliage.
“Gotcha,” Harry muttered to himself.
All of a sudden a missile hit his head from
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Lol, I loved the playful nature of their interactions. :3
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