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mockingjay said:
i can't choose... "Not my daughter, te bitch!" "There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet. "Is this the moment?" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still più firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. "OI! There's a war going on here!" Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other. "I know, mate," detto Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, "so it's now o never, isn't it?" "Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?" Harry shouted. "D'you think te could just --- just hold it in, until we've got the diadem?" "Yeah --- right --- sorry ---" detto Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both rosa in the face." "Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..." "Hey, look - Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!" Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow 'F' on it, the other a 'G.' "Harry's is better than ours, though," detto Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. "She obviously makes più of an effort if you're not family." "Why aren't te wearing yours, Ron?" George demanded. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm." "I hate maroon," Ron moaned half-heartedly as he pulled it over his head. "You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks te don't forget your name. But we're not stupid - we know we're called Gred and Forge." "We'll send te a Hogwarts toilet seat!" "If te want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals." "It is your choices, Harry, that mostra us who we truly are, far più than our abilities."
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