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Hi everyone,
Sorry to disappoint but it's not a new chapter. I had a lot of work lately so I had to put the fic aside for a while. I have three more chapters written that need editing, so don't worry, I'll see the story through. In the meantime, here's a little treat, I had a lot of fun writing that exchange:
A call took Ginny out of her reverie.
“Ginger!”
She didn’t have to turn to know it was Nick. He was the only one who called her like this. In fact, he was the only one who dared to.
“Merlin’s saggy knickers, Nick, say that again and I’ll hex the freckles off your face.”
"Wow, Weasley, woken up by a Boggart?"
"Careful, or I’ll start telling the students how you used to cry over broken quills."
"Well, at least I had brand new ones."
"Right, straight from Beauxbâtons, where I hear quills are monogrammed and students cry if their ink isn’t lavender-scented."
"Mine smelled like cinnamon, better than dragon-dung."
"That wasn’t dragon dung, you toad, that was Gryffindor courage. We sweat it naturally."
“That’s how I found you, I smelled it from the Quidditch pitch.”
"Funny, I don't remember you lasting that long on a broom. Must've blacked out from the altitude."
"From what I heard, you know a lot about black-out."
"Oof. Low blow, McCallum. Bring up my possession by a dark artifact one more time, and I’ll introduce you to the Bat-Bogey Curse: French Edition."