Hogsmeade, Romilda considered forlornly as she sat at the bar of the Three Broomsticks sipping at a Butterbeer, was rather overrated. Sure, there was Honeydukes and Zonko's and even Scrivenshaft's if you like that sort of papery thing. But when it came down to it, there was only so much a girl could do.
She heaved a sigh, wondering vaguely how come
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