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[so_harry]

I reckon' I've been easy enough on the lot of you players. Quidditch practice this Tuesday for everyone on the team. I don't care what you've got going on, you all need to be there directly after dinner.

Closed practice, no visitors.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way, who's hungry? Ron?

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[weather_vane]

I hope we can win the House Cup this year.

[so_harry]

We will.

[marlow]

Cocky, darling?

[so_harry]

Why shouldn't I be?

[king_red]

Why is that a question?

[so_harry]

True. Let's go then.

[king_red]

Right then. Meet me down in the common room. I'm already here.

[so_harry]

Wicked.

--switcheroo

It had been a good while since Harry felt he had free time. Starting seventh year was much harder than he thought it would be. He hated to admit it, but he was actually doing his work on time.

When he saw Ron, he grinned. How could he ever question his best friend's hunger?

"Hey, mate," he said, coming down the stairs.