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Just as he was about to respond, he felt a jostle behind him. As quickly as Neville had went - he had returned, trotting with worry back to their shared compartment. Fred was about to pay him no mind, before he remembered the toad he had been clutching the whole...
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"Excellent. If you get one that's sour, maybe you'll finally be in like company." He dipped his head back with the box, catching a few beans in his mouth at the same time. Eugh... he made a face to himself. Pineapple, strawberry-and-peanut-butter ice cream, and...
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As the words left her mouth, Fred Weasley felt a twinge, subtle and gnawing, bubble up in the back of his throat. A twinge of irritation, mixed with.... "irk"-ness. Judgement irked him. Slytherins irked him. This girl irked him.
"Oh, my apologies, I didn't...
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The chaos of the first day of Hogwarts had a tendency to invigorate Fred and George Weasley. It was not chaos inflicted upon them, of course. They had a perfectly lovely morning - starting the day off right with a plate of eggs and...