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Doesn't matter if we're eleven or one-hundred-eleven, Levitating Charms and Professor Flitwick never get old.

Terry, Tony, sorry looking mates of mine, what say you to some good-natured debauchery at the weekend?

Pansy, what bollocks were you trying to get my attention for last night? You're a twitchy one when you get all secretive. Should consider cutting back on the tea.



S'pose it only matters to one, but I reckon I've a thing for dancing chickens.