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mockingjay said:
i can't choose... "Not my daughter, Ты 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 еще 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," сказал(-а) Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, "so it's now или never, isn't it?" "Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?" Harry shouted. "D'you think Ты could just --- just hold it in, until we've got the diadem?" "Yeah --- right --- sorry ---" сказал(-а) Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both розовый in the face." "Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..." "Hey, look - Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!" Фред 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," сказал(-а) Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. "She obviously makes еще of an effort if you're not family." "Why aren't Ты 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 Ты don't forget your name. But we're not stupid - we know we're called Gred and Forge." "We'll send Ты a Hogwarts toilet seat!" "If Ты 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 Показать us who we truly are, far еще than our abilities."
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