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Remus had tried to tell his mum that he didn't need her to come with him to King's Cross. He was old enough to apparate, after all. But he could see how much it meant to her to see him off one last time, so he had relented. Remus and his mum had shown up to Platform 9 3/4 early but Remus had spent the last half hour trying to comfort his mom, who insisted she was crying happy tears. While Remus didn't doubt this was at least partly true, he suspected there was some grief and fear in there as well. So he'd spent the last half hour giving her lots of hugs and promises that he'd write a lot and that even once he'd graduated he'd still visit home all the time.
Remus' father, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. He never did come to see Remus off to school - he was always too busy at work. But Remus had never been entirely sure if it wasn't more that his dad wasn't just terrified that Remus was going to school, even after all these years, and found it easier not to face it at all. After what had happened last year - and what had almost happened... Remus couldn't blame him. But Remus refused to dwell on that. He'd promised himself he wouldn't. Because whenever he did, it threw his whole world spinning. Was he wrong to be at Hogwarts, where he might hurt someone? Were his friends really his friends? Would Snape eventually get pissed off enough to tell people? Was it a grievous mistake to be dating Sirius?
When Remus didn't think about the 'Prank' last year, all seemed right. Of course he belonged at Hogwarts with his three best friends. There was nowhere he'd ever belonged more than the school where he'd felt like a king of the castle long before he'd reached his seventh year, amongst the best and most loyal people he'd ever known. And of course Remus belonged with Sirius, who he'd been steadily falling in love with for years. It all felt right, so long as he didn't think. So... he tried not to, for once in his life. Because the idea of losing any of those things, especially right now when he felt he had it all - the boyfriend of his dreams, the best friends in the world, his last year at an amazing school - was completely and utterly devastating.
Remus' mother had finally started calming herself by the time Sirius came onto the platform. She was wiping away the last of her tears and sniffling, "I'm sorry, Remus, Sweetie, I'm being silly."
"You're not being silly, Mum. But I promise -" Remus started before cutting off when he heard the sound of his nickname being shouted by an all too familiar voice. He grinned broadly as he turned to face Sirius as he came running over. He returned the tight embrace and teased right back, "Only by a few inches." Sirius was right, though, he had grown again. But only by one inch, not a few. Remus gave a rather awkward laugh when Peter went ahead and joined their group hug. Mostly he found it endearing, really. It was nice that Peter had so much affection for them. But also, he wouldn't have minded a few minutes alone with his boyfriend.
Remus carefully detangled himself from the embrace.
"Hello, Dears," Hope greeted Peter and Sirius with a smile. She gave Remus one more kiss on the cheek and then told him, "You have a good year. I'll see you at Christmas."
"Love you, Mum," Remus said, giving her a quick hug before she wandered off to give Remus space with his friends.
Turning back to Sirius and Peter, Remus asked with a grin, "Ready to go?" They should probably get on the train - it was getting late. They could catch up once they'd found a compartment. Besides, Remus was rather excited for this last year.
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)Remus had tried to tell his mum that he didn't need her to come with him to King's Cross. He was old enough to apparate, after all. But he could see how much it meant to her to see him off one last time, so he had relented. Remus and his mum had shown up to Platform 9 3/4 early but Remus had spent the last half hour trying to comfort his mom, who insisted she was crying happy tears. While Remus didn't doubt this was at least partly true, he suspected there was some grief and fear in there as well. So he'd spent the last half hour giving her lots of hugs and promises that he'd write a lot and that even once he'd graduated he'd still visit home all the time.
Remus' father, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. He never did come to see Remus off to school - he was always too busy at work. But Remus had never been entirely sure if it wasn't more that his dad wasn't just terrified that Remus was going to school, even after all these years, and found it easier not to face it at all. After what had happened last year - and what had almost happened... Remus couldn't blame him. But Remus refused to dwell on that. He'd promised himself he wouldn't. Because whenever he did, it threw his whole world spinning. Was he wrong to be at Hogwarts, where he might hurt someone? Were his friends really his friends? Would Snape eventually get pissed off enough to tell people? Was it a grievous mistake to be dating Sirius?
When Remus didn't think about the 'Prank' last year, all seemed right. Of course he belonged at Hogwarts with his three best friends. There was nowhere he'd ever belonged more than the school where he'd felt like a king of the castle long before he'd reached his seventh year, amongst the best and most loyal people he'd ever known. And of course Remus belonged with Sirius, who he'd been steadily falling in love with for years. It all felt right, so long as he didn't think. So... he tried not to, for once in his life. Because the idea of losing any of those things, especially right now when he felt he had it all - the boyfriend of his dreams, the best friends in the world, his last year at an amazing school - was completely and utterly devastating.
Remus' mother had finally started calming herself by the time Sirius came onto the platform. She was wiping away the last of her tears and sniffling, "I'm sorry, Remus, Sweetie, I'm being silly."
"You're not being silly, Mum. But I promise -" Remus started before cutting off when he heard the sound of his nickname being shouted by an all too familiar voice. He grinned broadly as he turned to face Sirius as he came running over. He returned the tight embrace and teased right back, "Only by a few inches." Sirius was right, though, he had grown again. But only by one inch, not a few. Remus gave a rather awkward laugh when Peter went ahead and joined their group hug. Mostly he found it endearing, really. It was nice that Peter had so much affection for them. But also, he wouldn't have minded a few minutes alone with his boyfriend.
Remus carefully detangled himself from the embrace.
"Hello, Dears," Hope greeted Peter and Sirius with a smile. She gave Remus one more kiss on the cheek and then told him, "You have a good year. I'll see you at Christmas."
"Love you, Mum," Remus said, giving her a quick hug before she wandered off to give Remus space with his friends.
Turning back to Sirius and Peter, Remus asked with a grin, "Ready to go?" They should probably get on the train - it was getting late. They could catch up once they'd found a compartment. Besides, Remus was rather excited for this last year.
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Hermione said goodbye to Mrs. Weasley alongside Harry and the Weasley children, accepting a hug from her and thanking her for her everything from the previous day. She knew her parents wouldn't have let her stay at the Leaky Cauldron with Harry and Ron if Mrs. Weasley hadn't been looking after her, so she appreciated it. She'd missed her friends over the summer and greatly worried over Harry, so she had been glad for the chance to reunite with them a day early. Hermione watched as Mr. Weasley pulled Harry away, her eyes following them with evident curiosity. Somehow, she doubted Mr. Weasley was asking after the function of a rubber duck this time, if only because he would have pulled her aside as well. No, it seemed like something genuinely important and she couldn't help but worry. She was sure she'd find out whatever it was soon enough, though, and they didn't have much time. So Hermione mounted the Hogwarts Express alongside Ron.
They talked, mostly arguing as per usual, as they walked along the corridor looking for an empty compartment. They didn't have much luck - it seemed that most were full. Finally, they came across a compartment that was empty save one person - a person that made her do a double take because it wasn't a student at all. But no adults were ever on the Hogwarts Express, save the person who managed the trolley and the conductor. She frowned, taking him and his suitcase in. "Well, this will do," she decided. It was the best they were likely to find, having arrived so late. And at least the man appeared to be out cold - he wouldn't be bothering them. So Hermione pulled her trunk in, her cat carrier tucked under an arm. Once she'd gotten both items situated she went back into the corridor to wait for Harry, standing just outside the compartment she'd found. A few minutes later she spotted him boarding the train and waved with a smile. "Harry," she called, "Over here."
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)Hermione said goodbye to Mrs. Weasley alongside Harry and the Weasley children, accepting a hug from her and thanking her for her everything from the previous day. She knew her parents wouldn't have let her stay at the Leaky Cauldron with Harry and Ron if Mrs. Weasley hadn't been looking after her, so she appreciated it. She'd missed her friends over the summer and greatly worried over Harry, so she had been glad for the chance to reunite with them a day early. Hermione watched as Mr. Weasley pulled Harry away, her eyes following them with evident curiosity. Somehow, she doubted Mr. Weasley was asking after the function of a rubber duck this time, if only because he would have pulled her aside as well. No, it seemed like something genuinely important and she couldn't help but worry. She was sure she'd find out whatever it was soon enough, though, and they didn't have much time. So Hermione mounted the Hogwarts Express alongside Ron.
They talked, mostly arguing as per usual, as they walked along the corridor looking for an empty compartment. They didn't have much luck - it seemed that most were full. Finally, they came across a compartment that was empty save one person - a person that made her do a double take because it wasn't a student at all. But no adults were ever on the Hogwarts Express, save the person who managed the trolley and the conductor. She frowned, taking him and his suitcase in. "Well, this will do," she decided. It was the best they were likely to find, having arrived so late. And at least the man appeared to be out cold - he wouldn't be bothering them. So Hermione pulled her trunk in, her cat carrier tucked under an arm. Once she'd gotten both items situated she went back into the corridor to wait for Harry, standing just outside the compartment she'd found. A few minutes later she spotted him boarding the train and waved with a smile. "Harry," she called, "Over here."
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Regulus looked the perfect upright pureblood as he arrived at the station by side-along apparition with his mother. She didn't like bringing him to the station and having to mingle with people who were less than her. But how else was Regulus to arrive? Flu powder would leave him looking a mess, broomstick would get him arrested, anything resembling muggle transportation was out (Knight Bus included, though that had its own problems of making him seem poor), and Regulus was too young to apparate himself. So side-along it was, and they appeared in a whirl of black and emerald cloaks. Regulus' was black but with the delicate silver embroidery of stars - enchanted to paint an accurate picture of the constellations of the night sky for the coming night. His mother's was green with the family crest on a shoulder, as if she was scared someone would forget who she was. Both of their robes were perfectly pressed and without a single wrinkle, and both stood perfectly straight-backed and proud, chins (and noses) up. Regulus was still short, despite his perfect posture, which he knew would be more of a source of irritation for his parents if it didn't also help him on the Quidditch field. It seemed all wizards respected Quidditch, even his parents. Both Blacks were perfectly groomed, not a hair out of order which combined with natural good looks to make for striking figures.
Regulus' mother was giving him his yearly reminders which he didn't need (do well in your classes, be careful who you talk to, present yourself well, and so on), but Regulus was only pretending to listen as his eyes scanned the platform. It wasn't long before he spotted the person he was searching for, though he hadn't admitted to himself that was what he was doing. By pure chance they'd landed not far from Regulus' estranged brother, just one year older. He was rather more handsome, rather more social and popular, and rather more dead to the family. Walburga saw where his eyes were and her features took on a look of pure disgust. Well, maybe not pure - there was definitely some rage boiling just beneath the surface. "Just ignore him, Dear," she said, all but spitting in anger despite the term of endearment.
When Regulus was young, he used to run after Sirius. He adored and admired his older brother, always wanting to play with him and get into all kinds of trouble - and fun. But, unlike Sirius, Regulus had learned. He'd learned what actions resulted in pain and what resulted in praise. By now he knew how to be the perfect son that his parents wanted and they were almost... sweet to him. But he'd never forgotten the feel of the curses on his back, never forgotten the sight of his brother crying despite his stubborn determination not to. And he'd never forgiven, either.
Regulus wasn't sure if Sirius was far stupider than his teachers gave him credit for or if he was far braver. But he was one or the other, because while Regulus learned to conform, Sirius acted out more and more as the years passed. The brothers, so close in age and appearance and once so close in spirit, grew apart. Regulus couldn't be the perfect son if he was close to the black sheep of the family. The distance didn't mean it didn't hurt. It didn't mean that Sirius leaving wasn't an act of abandonment and betrayal. An act that said that Regulus was a Black now and Sirius was not, an act that said that Sirius was the one worth protecting and Regulus was not, an act that said that Regulus was worthless - not worth sticking around for, not worth bringing along, not worth telling, not worth warning. So there was no longing in Regulus' eyes, only anger. Which was probably the only reason his mother hadn't taken her anger at Sirius out on him - she thought they were on the same side, united in their fury at her middle child.
Except... there was longing, even if it didn't show. Longing for what Sirius had - real friends, real love, real freedom; longing to be with him, at home or at James' or literally anywhere else; longing for what they'd once had. But he tried not to acknowledge it because none of that could be. Regulus had things to do, people to see. Namely a certain headmaster. So he tried to cover it up with his anger. Anger at Sirius but more than that at his horrible friends, gathered around him now. Dopey, falsely-innocent Peter Pettigrew; scarred, weak Remus Lupin; and worst of all, handsome, talented, bullying, conniving James Potter - thieves all. Thieves of the most valuable commodity in Regulus' life - love. They'd stolen what little he'd had from the only source he'd had it. Thieves. And James most of all, who'd stolen his brother all together this past summer, never to be returned.
Regulus forced himself to look away from the smiles on their faces before his mother got mad at him for staring at someone who no longer existed to them. He hated how damned happy they all looked, like nothing was wrong in the world, like they were fucking happy to see each other, happy to go to school. Regulus tried to remember the last time he'd been genuinely happy and he truly wasn't sure when it had been, if ever. Regulus gave his mother a smile, perfectly natural as if there was nothing wrong in his world either. No cousins telling him it was time, that he was talented enough not to need to wait until he graduated; no parents telling him he should be trying to find a wife; no brother who had abandoned him. It wasn't like the smile he'd seen on Sirius' face, it wasn't happy. But it wasn't sad either. Simply a polite acknowledgement of his mother's words, an indication of some respect and affection. Though, in truth, Regulus wasn't sure his family knew the meaning of either word. "Of course, mother. I'll see you in a few months," Regulus said. Then he tightened his hand on his trunk and started onto the train, walking down the corridor and looking for an empty compartment. He hoped he could just read on this ride and wouldn't have to spend the time talking to so-called friends.
Regulus looked the perfect upright pureblood as he arrived at the station by side-along apparition with his mother. She didn't like bringing him to the station and having to mingle with people who were less than her. But how else was Regulus to arrive? Flu powder would leave him looking a mess, broomstick would get him arrested, anything resembling muggle transportation was out (Knight Bus included, though that had its own problems of making him seem poor), and Regulus was too young to apparate himself. So side-along it was, and they appeared in a whirl of black and emerald cloaks. Regulus' was black but with the delicate silver embroidery of stars - enchanted to paint an accurate picture of the constellations of the night sky for the coming night. His mother's was green with the family crest on a shoulder, as if she was scared someone would forget who she was. Both of their robes were perfectly pressed and without a single wrinkle, and both stood perfectly straight-backed and proud, chins (and noses) up. Regulus was still short, despite his perfect posture, which he knew would be more of a source of irritation for his parents if it didn't also help him on the Quidditch field. It seemed all wizards respected Quidditch, even his parents. Both Blacks were perfectly groomed, not a hair out of order which combined with natural good looks to make for striking figures.
Regulus' mother was giving him his yearly reminders which he didn't need (do well in your classes, be careful who you talk to, present yourself well, and so on), but Regulus was only pretending to listen as his eyes scanned the platform. It wasn't long before he spotted the person he was searching for, though he hadn't admitted to himself that was what he was doing. By pure chance they'd landed not far from Regulus' estranged brother, just one year older. He was rather more handsome, rather more social and popular, and rather more dead to the family. Walburga saw where his eyes were and her features took on a look of pure disgust. Well, maybe not pure - there was definitely some rage boiling just beneath the surface. "Just ignore him, Dear," she said, all but spitting in anger despite the term of endearment.
When Regulus was young, he used to run after Sirius. He adored and admired his older brother, always wanting to play with him and get into all kinds of trouble - and fun. But, unlike Sirius, Regulus had learned. He'd learned what actions resulted in pain and what resulted in praise. By now he knew how to be the perfect son that his parents wanted and they were almost... sweet to him. But he'd never forgotten the feel of the curses on his back, never forgotten the sight of his brother crying despite his stubborn determination not to. And he'd never forgiven, either.
Regulus wasn't sure if Sirius was far stupider than his teachers gave him credit for or if he was far braver. But he was one or the other, because while Regulus learned to conform, Sirius acted out more and more as the years passed. The brothers, so close in age and appearance and once so close in spirit, grew apart. Regulus couldn't be the perfect son if he was close to the black sheep of the family. The distance didn't mean it didn't hurt. It didn't mean that Sirius leaving wasn't an act of abandonment and betrayal. An act that said that Regulus was a Black now and Sirius was not, an act that said that Sirius was the one worth protecting and Regulus was not, an act that said that Regulus was worthless - not worth sticking around for, not worth bringing along, not worth telling, not worth warning. So there was no longing in Regulus' eyes, only anger. Which was probably the only reason his mother hadn't taken her anger at Sirius out on him - she thought they were on the same side, united in their fury at her middle child.
Except... there was longing, even if it didn't show. Longing for what Sirius had - real friends, real love, real freedom; longing to be with him, at home or at James' or literally anywhere else; longing for what they'd once had. But he tried not to acknowledge it because none of that could be. Regulus had things to do, people to see. Namely a certain headmaster. So he tried to cover it up with his anger. Anger at Sirius but more than that at his horrible friends, gathered around him now. Dopey, falsely-innocent Peter Pettigrew; scarred, weak Remus Lupin; and worst of all, handsome, talented, bullying, conniving James Potter - thieves all. Thieves of the most valuable commodity in Regulus' life - love. They'd stolen what little he'd had from the only source he'd had it. Thieves. And James most of all, who'd stolen his brother all together this past summer, never to be returned.
Regulus forced himself to look away from the smiles on their faces before his mother got mad at him for staring at someone who no longer existed to them. He hated how damned happy they all looked, like nothing was wrong in the world, like they were fucking happy to see each other, happy to go to school. Regulus tried to remember the last time he'd been genuinely happy and he truly wasn't sure when it had been, if ever. Regulus gave his mother a smile, perfectly natural as if there was nothing wrong in his world either. No cousins telling him it was time, that he was talented enough not to need to wait until he graduated; no parents telling him he should be trying to find a wife; no brother who had abandoned him. It wasn't like the smile he'd seen on Sirius' face, it wasn't happy. But it wasn't sad either. Simply a polite acknowledgement of his mother's words, an indication of some respect and affection. Though, in truth, Regulus wasn't sure his family knew the meaning of either word. "Of course, mother. I'll see you in a few months," Regulus said. Then he tightened his hand on his trunk and started onto the train, walking down the corridor and looking for an empty compartment. He hoped he could just read on this ride and wouldn't have to spend the time talking to so-called friends.
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Fred laughed at Fable's defense. Though, in truth, he did know she was a good flier. Actually, he'd been kind of trying to compliment her flying while still teasing her. Not that Fable was as good as he was. But she was good. But his expression grew mock-serious when Fable asked if they were ready to have their butts kicked. Fred took competition very seriously and he asked, "Which fantasy land are you living in? Is it nice?"
"If it's got less homework and rules, more dragons and chaos - we might join you there," George joked, seeming slightly less stressed than his brother but not for a second actually entertaining losing. The Gryffindor Quidditch team had the worst luck ever but this year was going to be their year.
"With us losing at Quidditch?" Fred scoffed. "Speak for yourself." It wasn't often that the twins actually expressed dissent from one another, especially in front of other people. But they were both only joking so it seemed harmless enough. Sometimes it was fun just to banter with each other, it let them build their jokes off one another.
Fred and George nodded as Fable said she needed to get on the train. George considered asking if they could join her - after all, they hadn't found Lee yet and they couldn't get a compartment just the two of them. But he decided against it. Fable would have invited them if she'd wanted their company. She probably had friends in her own year that she was eager to find.
Even if they weren't joining her, though, Fable was right - it was time to get on the train before it left. Fred and George might not be the most stressed about punctuality around their responsibilities but they could time things perfectly when they had a mind to. And they had no interest in being left behind and not being able to go to Hogwarts. There was far too much fun to be had there! There was chaos to instigate, magic to make, friends to celebrate with. So they both climbed onto the train, starting back down the corridor towards where they'd left their trunks.
But they didn't get far before they heard the screams. Which, of course, only drew both boys like a magnet. Anything that could cause this much chaos was golden in their books. All the more so when they saw the giant, vibrantly colored snake slithering down the corridor. Fred and George had always loved collecting critters and hiding them in their siblings' beds as kids. Spiders and snakes had always been their favorites, but toads and other lizards were great too. Really, whatever they could find. But this snake... this snake was a thing of pure, unadulterated beauty.
The twins didn't need to so much as exchange a glance to know that they were on the same page. If the corridor had been any more empty, they'd have caught it, both were sure of that. They could have spread out and flanked it. As it was, they had few choices but to chase the snake down the corridor, pushing other students out of their way in their haste as the snake slithered between everyone's feet. When it crawled under the door to a compartment, Fred (slightly in the lead) pulled it open without a moment's hesitation. Whoever was in there was just going to have to deal with it - there was a mother fucking massive, beautiful snake in there, so all manners were forfeit!
The twins barreled into the compartment, George now a half-step in the lead. They came skidding to a halt when they saw the snake on the neck of an older student, Fred bumping into George. Fred sighed heavily in evident, heart-wrenching disappointment and said, "Ah, well."
"I guess it was too much to hope a snake like that didn't have an owner who had brought it here," George agreed miserably. It clearly wasn't native and how would a big old snake like that have gotten on the train anyways? But they hadn't really had a chance to think - just to chase. Though, if they'd caught it and then realized it was a pet, would they have cared? To be perfectly honest... George wasn't sure. He might have considered returning it. Maybe. But Fred wouldn't have for a heartbeat. Finders keepers, especially with something as good as that.
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) )Fred laughed at Fable's defense. Though, in truth, he did know she was a good flier. Actually, he'd been kind of trying to compliment her flying while still teasing her. Not that Fable was as good as he was. But she was good. But his expression grew mock-serious when Fable asked if they were ready to have their butts kicked. Fred took competition very seriously and he asked, "Which fantasy land are you living in? Is it nice?"
"If it's got less homework and rules, more dragons and chaos - we might join you there," George joked, seeming slightly less stressed than his brother but not for a second actually entertaining losing. The Gryffindor Quidditch team had the worst luck ever but this year was going to be their year.
"With us losing at Quidditch?" Fred scoffed. "Speak for yourself." It wasn't often that the twins actually expressed dissent from one another, especially in front of other people. But they were both only joking so it seemed harmless enough. Sometimes it was fun just to banter with each other, it let them build their jokes off one another.
Fred and George nodded as Fable said she needed to get on the train. George considered asking if they could join her - after all, they hadn't found Lee yet and they couldn't get a compartment just the two of them. But he decided against it. Fable would have invited them if she'd wanted their company. She probably had friends in her own year that she was eager to find.
Even if they weren't joining her, though, Fable was right - it was time to get on the train before it left. Fred and George might not be the most stressed about punctuality around their responsibilities but they could time things perfectly when they had a mind to. And they had no interest in being left behind and not being able to go to Hogwarts. There was far too much fun to be had there! There was chaos to instigate, magic to make, friends to celebrate with. So they both climbed onto the train, starting back down the corridor towards where they'd left their trunks.
But they didn't get far before they heard the screams. Which, of course, only drew both boys like a magnet. Anything that could cause this much chaos was golden in their books. All the more so when they saw the giant, vibrantly colored snake slithering down the corridor. Fred and George had always loved collecting critters and hiding them in their siblings' beds as kids. Spiders and snakes had always been their favorites, but toads and other lizards were great too. Really, whatever they could find. But this snake... this snake was a thing of pure, unadulterated beauty.
The twins didn't need to so much as exchange a glance to know that they were on the same page. If the corridor had been any more empty, they'd have caught it, both were sure of that. They could have spread out and flanked it. As it was, they had few choices but to chase the snake down the corridor, pushing other students out of their way in their haste as the snake slithered between everyone's feet. When it crawled under the door to a compartment, Fred (slightly in the lead) pulled it open without a moment's hesitation. Whoever was in there was just going to have to deal with it - there was a mother fucking massive, beautiful snake in there, so all manners were forfeit!
The twins barreled into the compartment, George now a half-step in the lead. They came skidding to a halt when they saw the snake on the neck of an older student, Fred bumping into George. Fred sighed heavily in evident, heart-wrenching disappointment and said, "Ah, well."
"I guess it was too much to hope a snake like that didn't have an owner who had brought it here," George agreed miserably. It clearly wasn't native and how would a big old snake like that have gotten on the train anyways? But they hadn't really had a chance to think - just to chase. Though, if they'd caught it and then realized it was a pet, would they have cared? To be perfectly honest... George wasn't sure. He might have considered returning it. Maybe. But Fred wouldn't have for a heartbeat. Finders keepers, especially with something as good as that.
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