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"Oy! Fred, George!"
The Weasley twins looked up from the common room
table, where they were busy experimenting with several types of colorful
powders to see which combination created the most impressive explosion. The
twins had been cordially invited back to finish their schooling by the Headmaster,
and pushed out the door by their mother, who gave the usual warnings of dire
consequences if they put a toe out of line. It was obvious to Ron that the
threats had as much effect as they usually did.
They grinned broadly as
they saw their younger brother come in.
"Ah, King Ron!Your
majesty!" Fred said. He stood up and made a sweeping bow.
"Your majesty!" George echoed, also
standing up and bowing. "We are so honored you have decided to grace us
humble minions with your royal presence…."
"Taking a break, oh king, from the preparations
of the Midsummer Night's Ball?"
"Oh bugger off, both of you, and stop
bowing," Ron said, and his ears turned bright red.
"Yes, your majesty!" George said.
"Of course, your majesty, and thank you, your
majesty," Fred said. "May we humble, unworthy slaves inquire…."
"I said shut it, already!" Ron groused. "You wore it out two weeks ago!"
"Where is the lovely queen Hermione at
present?" Fred continued innocently, and George snickered.
Ron set his jaw. "That’s what I’m here about. I
need to ask a favor."
"If it’s honest work, we are not
interested," Fred said, and he turned his attention back to the powders.
"Yeah, we’ve already helped with planting the
grounds with the roses and snapdragons for the ball," George grumbled, and
he held up a bandaged finger. "One of those yellow snapdragons bloody near
took my finger off!"
"Don’t worry," Ron said. "This will
use your natural talent – causing trouble. Do you have any love potion on stock
from your Wizard Wheezes?"
"Hmmm," Fred said thoughtfully. "We
had a bit of a run of it last week. A lot of students wanted it for this ball
"Except McGonagall found out about it and
confiscated the sold bottles…." George said.
"And most of our remaining inventory,"
"Most?" Ron asked hopefully.
The twins grinned.
"We managed to hide a few bottles," George
said. "But what do you want it for? Hermione already fancies you. The two
of you have been an item for most of the school year."
"Yeah," Ron said with a scowl. "But
she doesn’t trust me not to look at another girl at the ball, and she says she
would never dream of flirting with someone else. Said that after Herbologyout loud after classes
in front of everyone, made me look like a cad. So…." Ron clenched his
fists. "I want to … to add a little of the love potion to her drink. Then
when she sees another bloke, she’ll make herself look like a hypocrite."
"Wow," Fred said with some admiration.
"That is dishonest. You do us proud, little bro!"
"So, let me get this straight," George said. "She humiliated you and you want to seek
revenge in a memorable way. Is that the sum of it?"
"Yes. Any problem with
"No," Fred said. "None
"Sounds good to us," George added.
"We’ll discuss fees later … we are artists, after all."
"Right," Ron said. "Listen, there are a lot of us meeting outside on the grounds
for the picnic lunch. You can start your work there."
said. "We know all about the picnic, already. But that will give us a good
"Yes, and the sooner we can begin, the
better," Fred said. "We’ve been engaged in far too much honest work
lately! We need a break from this stifling respectability." George
chortled and rubbed his hands in anticipation.
About two hours later, Ron, Fred and George were
underneath the shade of a large maple tree near the edge of the dark forest,
along with Ginny, Hermione, Harry, Neville and Luna. There were clusters of
students sitting outside on large blankets of various colors, each group with
an enormous wicker basket lined with blue or red gingham. Headmaster Dumbledore
had announced a holiday from classes as a way of boosting morale, a momentary
escape from the grim realities of the outside world. Most of the Hogwarts
students were excitedly talking about the Midsummer Night’s ball that evening
between mouthfuls of chicken or roast beef sandwiches, grapes, cherry tomatoes
and frosted biscuits.
"Oh, isn’t the weather wonderful," Ginny
said dreamily, and she took a sip of her bottle of pumpkin juice. "The
ball will be lovely tonight! I heard some of the centaurs might even come and
tell us stories."
"Highly doubtful," Ron said. "They
are no longer out to actively kill us, but they still don’t like us. They don’t
strike me as the type who put aside grudges very easily."
"I don’t think you are giving them enough
credit," Hermione said coolly as she reached for another bottle of pumpkin
"Do you have to contradict everything I say
now?" Ron asked testily.
"No," Hermione said with a saccharine
smile. "Only when you are wrong."
"Guys, please don’t start again," Harry
said. He was lying on his back looking at the wispy clouds that drifted lazily
across the azure sky. "I already had to listen to you bicker this morning,
and yesterday, and the day before…."
"We were not bickering this morning,"
Hermione said with an icy glare thrown in Harry’s direction. "We were
having a discussion."
"You were having a discussion in the common room
that could be heard in the dorms, even with the doors closed," Harry
retorted. "For nearly two hours."
"We were not arguing that long!" Ron said.
"One hour, forty-seven minutes," Harry
said. "I timed it."
Both Ron and Hermione turned bright red, but before
either could respond, Ginny started choking.
"Ginny!" Neville said, and he patted her
on the back. "Are you all right?"
"Yes," Ginny wheezed. "Grape just
went down the wrong way." She started coughing and reached for her pumpkin
juice but in her haste, she knocked it over.
"Here," Hermione said, and she handed the
younger witch her new bottle. "I just opened this, haven’t drunk out of it
"No!" Fred shouted frantically. He flushed
as several eyes turned to him quizzically. "I mean… we could …ehhhh…."
Ginny took a long pull from the offered bottle while
Hermione got another one, and Ron and Neville mopped up the spilled juice as
best as they could. Fred and George exchanged horrified looks.
"You could what?" Hermione asked, puzzled.
Ron looked up and gave his brothers a curious look.
"Errr, gotten her a
bottle from the basket, so you didn’t have to give up yours," George
explained lamely. Fred stared at Ron, made a quick heart in the air with his
index finger and jerked his head towards Ginny, who set the now-empty bottle
down on the blanket. Comprehension dawned on Ron, and his face went white. He
bit his lip to keep from incriminating himself or his brothers.
Hermione, meanwhile, put her unopened bottle back in
the basket. "You know, I’m not that thirsty after all," she
announced. The twins again exchanged despairing looks.
"It looks as if everyone else is beginning to
leave," said Luna as she looked up from her copy of the latest Quibbler.
Ginny gave a yawn. "That’s good. I’m sleepy all the sudden. I think I’ll…." Ginny never
finished her sentence. She gave another yawn and lay down on the green and blue
plaid blanket. Soon she was snoring softly as the others stood.
Hermione cast a mildly curious look at Ginny before
turning to Fred and George. "Don’t you two have rubbish duty for setting
off those Dungbombs in Filch’s office last
Fred and George groaned. "Oh yes," Fred
said. "Doesn’t seem sporting, though. It was only
a couple Dungbombs, and they were not actually set
off inside his office."
"No," Harry said. "You strapped them
onto Mrs. Norris, and she ran inside the office, trailing that smoke behind
"One nice thing," Ron said with a snigger.
"That bloody cat can’t sneak up on us anymore. You can smell her coming
from a corridor away. Farther than that if she’s downwind."Neville and Harry joined him in the laughter.
Luna’s face disappeared behind her magazine as if she hadn’t
heard a word.
"How did you manage to catch Mrs. Norris in the
first place?" Harry asked in an admiring tone.
Hermione sighed. "You are mean! Strapping Dungbombs on a cat! She
could have been blown up!"
"Nah," George said. "It’s Mrs. Norris
we’re talking about. That cat is indestructible."
"Unfortunately," Fred muttered as he began
to pick up the empty plates and bottles.
George started to help as the others started heading
inside. Soon, only Fred, George, Ron and a slumbering Ginny remained.
"Blimey!" Ron whispered in horror, and he
looked around to make certain no one else was listening. "This is a right
mess! Now what?"
"I don’t know, Ron," Fred said nervously
as he looked at his sister, who had begun to snore softly. "We did not
plan for anything like this."
"What?" Ron’s eyes bugged. "You mean
you don’t have an antidote?"
"Not on hand," George said. "We
specialize in destruction and mayhem, not how to correct it!"
"But an antidote can be made," Fred said
hastily. "Even if we don’t find one, well … the potion eventually wears
"Oh?" Ron said hopefully. "How long before that happens?"
"Err … about eight to ten hours," George
said, and he shuffled his feet nervously. Fred looked away.
"WHAT?" Ron shouted.
"Shhh …." Fred
said sharply, and he turned back to Ron. "Yes, it should wear off by
"So how long does it take to make this
antidote?" Ron asked.
"We don’t know," George admitted.
"Never actually made one before," Fred
said, and he shrugged his shoulders.
Ron wiped a hand across his face. "Maybe we
should give her a sleeping draught," he said.
"Hmmm …." George said, considering.
"But how would we get some? And how would we give it to her?"
"Couldn’t you just nick something from Pomfrey…?" Ron started to say.
"Well, well, well," the Weasleys heard a familiar voice drawl.
Ron turned to his right to see Draco Malfoy and his ever present thugs. They were standing a
few feet away and staring insolently at them, Draco with his patented
aristocratic sneer and Crabbe and Goyle with trollish
"Bugger off, Malfoy," Ron said. His hands
clenched into fists.
Draco continued. "It suits you, all of you." His cold gray eyes
scanned the four of them. "It looks like one of you is asleep on the
job." Crabbe and Goyle made a grunting sound that sounded like laughter.
Ron’s eyes glittered and he rolled up his sleeves.
"Yeah, we are on trash duty. Looks like there’s some I need to clean
up." He strode up to Malfoy, fists raised.
"Ron!" Fred ordered, and he held his younger
brother back. George stepped in to help. "Ignore the git."
The corners of Malfoy’s mouth turned up in a cold
smile. "Weasley is our king, Weasley is our king," he started to sing
tauntingly, then he frowned. "How you got elected
king and that little Mudblood girlfriend of yours queen is beyond me. This
school has sunk to unbelievable depths. Next thing you know, Dumbledore will be
taking in Muggles themselves!"
Ron’s face was as crimson as his hair. "What?
You think the title should have gone to you and that pug-faced little puke who clings to your arm like a growth?"
The ridges of Malfoy’s cheekbones turned bright
pink. He and his cronies started to close the distance between them and the Weasleys. But Goyle, in his
eagerness, got in front of Malfoy, and the pale, blond wizard tripped over Goyle’s oversized black boot. Malfoy went sprawling on top
"Watch it!" George shouted
as Malfoy barely was able to catch himself with his hands and kept himself from
flattening the youngest Weasley. But the sudden
movement made Ginny’s eyes flutter open, and she found herself staring into
Malfoy’s eyes, which were only inches from her brown ones.
"H … hello," Ginny whispered, her eyes
"Oh no," George whispered.
"I can’t watch," Fred groaned.
Malfoy picked himself up and glared at Goyle as he
brushed off his sable school robes.
"Clumsy oaf!" Malfoy snarled. Goyle
mumbled something in apology. "And now for you …." He turned back to
the Weasleys, who were paying no attention to him.
Instead, they were staring in horrid fascination at Ginny, and she was gazing
at the blond Slytherin with a rapt expression.
"Wha … why are you
staring at me like that, Weasley?" Malfoy said, and his nose wrinkled in
distaste. His gaze broke to his two companions nervously, but Crabbe and Goyle,
who had the collective intelligence of a turnip, could only stand impassively
"You’re cute, you know that?" Ginny said
in a dreamy voice, and she gave a high, girlish giggle. Her brothers gagged
loudly behind her.
Malfoy, for once in his life, had no nasty barb to
throw back. He stared in complete shock at Ginny, his mouth so wide that the
flying Ford Anglia could have sailed in and out.
Ginny stood up, walked over to Malfoy and draped her
arms around him.
"I’ve never noticed how handsome you are,
Malfoy," Ginny said with another giggle as she ran her fingers through
Malfoy’s short, blond hair.
"Ge… Get OFF!"
Malfoy said, and he pushed Ginny away roughly.
"Watch how you treat her, scum!" George
said, and he drew his wand threateningly.
"Don’t hurt him!" Ginny shouted.
"I won’t let filth like that touch me!"
Draco snarled, and he smoothed out his robes with an impatient brush of his
thin white hands.
"Don’t worry, Ginny," Fred said. "We
won’t hurt him."
"Nah, we’re just going to kill him," Ron
shouted as she ran between her brothers and Malfoy, using her body as a shield
for the Slytherin. Malfoy shoved her to the ground.
"I told you, you stinking Muggle-lover…."
The three Weasley brothers chanted at the same time, infuriated.
When the smoke cleared, the Weasleys
stared incredulously at their handiwork. Ron then doubled over with laughter.
"Well," Fred said mildly as his younger
brother continued to guffaw. "I think we can safely say those are three
spells that should never be used in combination."
"Our knowledge of what spells not to combine
grows with every passing day," George mused. Ginny ran over to Malfoy and
threw her arms around him again. This time, Malfoy didn’t
resist. Indeed, he didn’t even seem to react.
"Well, I don’t care what he looks like,"
she said stubbornly. "I still think he’s cute!"
"Heehaaaaw!" Malfoy brayed back. He still had the hands,
body and legs of a human, but he had acquired a donkey’s brown, fuzzy head, and
for good measure, a tufted tail could be seen swishing beneath his robes.
Malfoy looked around with languid brown eyes, and
his suddenly elongated ears twitched in the breeze. Two gray swine, which had
once been Crabbe and Goyle, rooted around in the grass with their broad
"Come on," George said, his urgent tone
not entirely covering up his snickering. "We have to hide them, or we will
be in a right fix!"
"But where?" Ron said, and he looked
"How ‘bout over
there?" Fred said, and he pointed to some brush a little ways in the dark
"Ginny," George said, and he grabbed the
blanket from off the ground. "Grab Malfoy by the hand, atta
girl! Now lead him this way."
Ginny willingly complied. She and Malfoy followed
the Weasley brothers a little ways into the woods. The pigs followed them,
snorting and snuffling.
"Now," George said once they got to the
dense brush. He spread the blanket on the ground. "I want you and Malfoy
to stay right here, Ginny, until one of us comes to get you. Think you’ll be
"I’ll be fine!" Ginny said happily. She
was all too satisfied with the arrangements.
"Hee haw!" Draco
said as he continued to look around him. Ginny helped Malfoy sit down and
wrapped her arms around him with a look of pure bliss on her face. The pigs
toddled over to the blanket and plopped down heavily.
"We’ll be back as soon as we can," Fred
said as he turned to leave.
"Take your time," Ginny sang out gaily,
and she gave Malfoy a big kiss on his fuzzy brown cheek. Malfoy’s ears
twitched, but he didn’t otherwise react.
Ron turned green. "It’s not Malfoy, it’s not
Malfoy …." He kept muttering all the way back to the castle. "She
just kissed a donkey, not Malfoy, just a donkey … not Malfoy…."
"Well, this is a fine mess we’re in,"
George mumbled as he filled large plastic bags with the rubbish from the day’s
Fred nodded. "We need to undo that potion, and
fast," he whispered.
"Hope Ron finds it quick," George said.
Ron, being more familiar than the twins with the library due to his long
acquaintance with Hermione, was elected to go to the
library to find the proper antidote.
He picked up a full bottle of pumpkin juice, the one Hermione had nearly opened earlier.
"Watch that one," Fred warned. "We
better keep it separate and destroy it later, when we can get to a fireplace
without being seen."
George shrugged and set the bottle on a stone ledge
a safe distance from the other picnic items.
"Ugh," George said. "I don’t think
I’ll ever get over the sight of Ginny’s arms wrapped around … him!"
"That’ll give me nightmares," Fred agreed,
and he shook one of the blankets to get rid of the food crumbs.
"Say," a third voice called suddenly.
"Have either of you two weasels seen Draco?"
The twins reluctantly turned to see Pansy Parkinson
glaring at them, her nose pointed high in the air so it looked more pug-like
"No," Fred said shortly.
"Haven’t seen him for a while," George
replied. "Did you check in the sewers? He may be in there with all of the
Pansy sniffed and started to walk by them.
"Honestly," Fred said critically as he
inspected one of the baskets. "This one will have to be washed. Whoever
had this one left their bread crusts and biscuit crumbs all over! Disgusting!"
George wrinkled his nose in distaste and started to
turn towards Parkinson.
"This wouldn’t have been your basket by any …
Parkinson was drinking from the pumpkin juice bottle
George had set aside.
"Is there a problem?" Parkinson asked, and
she wrinkled her nose at the twins.
"That … errr, that was mine!" George said. "For
later!" The corners of Fred’s mouth began to twitch.
"Oh, so sorry," Parkinson said without
sounding the least bit contrite. "Guess you’ll have to get another one
later!" She took one last pull from the bottle, smacked her lips
appreciatively and handed the now-empty bottle to Fred. "Take this and
dispose of it," she commanded arrogantly. Fred was too shocked to do more
than mutely comply.
Parkinson said sleepily, and she suddenly collapsed to
Fred and George stared at each other.
"Well, now what do we do?" George asked.
Fred sighed. "I don’t know. Take her to that
spot where we’ve hidden Ginny and Draco?"
"Hmmm … could be tricky. They never stay asleep
long," George said, and his brow furrowed.
point," Fred said with a shudder. "I most certainly do not want that
lot going after me."
George grimaced. "Eww, a horrid thought, indeed. Wait!" he
snapped his fingers. "Do you think a blindfold might work?"
"Excellent suggestion," Fred said. "I
think it might."
George went to go look for a clean napkin, and soon
retrieved a white linen napkin with white ribbon on the edge.
"Steady now," Fred said in a hushed voice
as he gingerly lifted the slumbering Slytherin’s head
off the ground.
Parkinson muttered, and her eyelids started to flutter.
hissed, and he quickly slipped the napkin over Parkinson’s face.
"Wha … what is going
on here?" Parkinson exclaimed as Fred held her down and George secured the
napkin. "What are you weasels …? Get off me!" She began to struggle.
"Trust me, Parkinson, this is for your own
good," Fred said grimly as he helped the girl to her feet.
"Get off!" Parkinson shouted, and she
shook herself free of Fred’s grip. Her hands started reaching for the tied
"Rigenbras!" George shouted as he drew his wand and
pointed it at Parkinson. Parkinson’s arms immediately froze to her sides.
"HEY!" she squealed in indignation.
"Come on," Fred said in an urgent tone.
"We better get her over there to the bushes before her squawking draws
"I will see you two get suspended for
this!" Parkinson continued shrilly.
"Fred, do you remember the silencing
"Not right now, and we’ve got to …."
"What is going on here???"
Fred and George turned sheepish as they looked at
Hermione, who was staring back at them with one eyebrow arched.
"Errr …." Fred
"Let go of me you cretins!" Parkinson
hollered. "When Draco finds out what you have done to me…."
"Silencio!" Hermione said calmly as she
pointed her wand at the Slytherin. Parkinson’s jaws kept moving, but no sound
came out. "Much better. Now, do you have any idea
what Ron is doing right now?"
"Right now?" Fred asked innocently. "No, not really. I … I thought he was getting ready for
the big night." He winked at Hermione, who rolled her eyes.
"I thought so too, but when I went to go to the
Common Room to remind him that there is a rehearsal for the royal party at ,I couldn’t find him."
"Well, we don’t know where he is," George
said, and he grabbed Parkinson’s arm. "Sorry we can’t be of help, but we
have urgent business…."
"Not so fast," Hermione said coolly, and
she held out her arm to stop them. "He’s in the library."
Fred and George looked at each other.
"Well, that’s all right then, isn’t it?"
George said. "But then, if you knew where he was, why are you
"I was asking what he was doing," Hermione
said. "I was wondering why your brother is feverishly working away at a
stack of books in the library on a day like today, when it is a holiday. And
why," her eyes narrowed. "He would be studying things about potions.
Love potions, to be precise. And why he would try to shield those books from my
sight when I approached him."
Fred licked his lips, and George’s face started to
"I would also like to know why no one has seen
Ginny since our lunch," Hermione continued. "And I just can’t help
but remember your reactions when I gave Ginny my bottle of pumpkin juice. And how you kept hovering over my shoulder for most of lunch."
Hermione smiled sweetly at the twins, but her eyes flashed angrily.
"Ginny’s disappearance wouldn’t have anything to do with what Ron is busy
studying upstairs now, would it?"
Fred and George looked at each other from the
corners of their eyes.
"Uh, we … errr, we
…." Fred stammered. George’s facial twitching
"Although," Hermione said, her brow
furrowing, "This doesn’t explain … her." The Gryffindor witch glanced
at Parkinson, whose mouth was still moving soundlessly. "Hmmmm." Hermione pointed her wand at Parkinson
again and lifted the Silencing spell.
"You will pay for that, you miserable little
Mudblood!" Parkinson shrieked.
Fred winced and recoiled. "Ow!
Did you really have to do that, Hermione?"
Hermione ignored him. "Pansy," she said
smoothly. "Why have Fred and George blindfolded you?"
"How should I know?" Parkinson said.
"Maybe one of the weasels was upset I took his bottle of pumpkin
"Bottle of pumpkin
juice?" Hermione said, and she turned a steely-eyed gaze at the twins, who
"Yeah," Parkinson said with a sniff.
"Funny, after I drank it, I got really sleepy. Must have
been the sun. Next thing I know, these two idiots have blindfolded me
and threatened to take me to some bush somewhere." Her lower lip stuck out
"Sleepy?" Hermione’s glare hardened.
"That’s a common symptom of…."
"It was an accident!" George blurted out.
"We didn’t mean for her to take it, honest! Only …."
"George!" Fred shouted, then
he sighed and wiped a hand across his face. "Well, now you’ve done
"So," Hermione said triumphantly.
"It’s just as I thought …."
"Hey guys!" Ron suddenly called from down
the walkway. "I think I found it!" He ran full tilt down a set of
stairs and down the walkway towards his twin brothers, a brown leather-bound
book under his arm. "I think I found the antidote for Gin…." He
suddenly saw Hermione. "Hermione? What are
you…?" He looked back over to his brothers, who were both chewing on their
lower lip, then back to Hermione.
Hermione folded her arms across her chest and glared
"She knows, doesn’t she?" Ron said as he
glanced uneasily at Fred and George.
"I think so, mate," Fred said with a shaky
laugh. George’s face continued to twitch.
Ron then noticed Parkinson standing between his
brothers. "What is she doing here?" he asked with disdain.
An evil gleam came to Hermione’s eyes. She ran over
to Parkinson and yanked the napkin from the Slytherin’s
eyes. Parkinson blinked rapidly as her eyes readjusted to the afternoon
sunlight, then she stared at Ron. The Slytherin girl’s
"Uh oh," George whispered, and he and Fred
covered their mouths to stifle nervous laughter.
"What is it guys?" Ron asked uneasily, as
he stared at Parkinson. "Guys?What
is going … oh no! You don’t mean?"
"It was an accident, Ron," Fred said, and
he tittered. "She grabbed the backup bottle meant for …." He clamped
his jaw shut, but it was too late.
The triumphant look on Hermione’s face intensified, and she smiled wickedly.
"Why hello, handsome," Parkinson said, her
voice suddenly low and throaty. "Where have you been all my life?"
She strode up to Ron, threw his arms around his shoulders, grabbed the back of
his head and kissed him hard.
"Whoa," George exclaimed,
his eyes wide as he watched the long, passionate kiss. Ron began to struggle
violently. He dropped his book, and Hermione snatched it up and started running
back to the castle.
"WAIT!" Fred shouted. "That could
"Not likely," Hermione said, her smile momentarily turning into a scowl. She turned around and held
up the book so the twins could clearly read the title: Love Tonics of the
Amazon. "Your brother is a moron."
"Well, could you help us, now that you
know?" George asked eagerly.
"Please, Hermione?" Ron gasped out. He managed to get out of the kiss, but was gripping Parkinson by
the wrists trying to keep her hands from ruffling his hair. Parkinson
"No," Hermione said with a superior smile
as she started up the stairs leading to the castle.
"HERMIONE!" Ron shrieked out before Parkinson
covered his lips with hers. "Rmmmph!"
"It’s payback time, Ron," Hermione sang
"Yaaagh!" Ron shouted
as he finally broke free of Parkinson’s grip and started running. Parkinson ran
after him. Hermione looked after them with amusement.
"You know," she said, calling down to the
twins, who had begun snickering. "She’ll never catch him,
he has too great a head start." Hermione aimed her wand into the air, and
a deep purple beam emitted from it. Several rocks sprang up in front of Ron,
and he had to dodge around them. Parkinson rapidly started to gain ground as
the two disappeared out of sight.
Hermione pocketed her wand, dusted off her hands and
went inside the castle.
Fred and George looked at each other and doubled
over with laughter.
"How long do you think it will be before she
relents?" George wheezed out.
"Parkinson?" Fred responded. "Tomorrow.Hermione? Who knows."
"Ron is in trouble."
"You can say that again."
"Never mind. Let's get the rest of this
cleaned up before we lose House points and miss our chance of going
End of Act I
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