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lemon 
"Won't." Was Dora gonna eat or what? Alice buttered up a roll for her anyway and passed it over. "It's not a whole 365 days. Subtract the ones from summer and holidays, and don't count Hogsmeade weekends or Quidditch match days, 'cause I'll see you then." She would be there whenever she could, and there was no doubt her best could handle her not being there for a year. Surely.
This kid wasn't that important.
Dora wasn't gonna eat, actually. She was too busy trying to be observant and failing because whispering and cures and speech. Stuff was happening fast. She liked it better in the courtyard, except it didn't have her graduating best friend.
Still she took the roll and licked it. Not flavored butter, sad. "It might as well be." She side eyed Alice speculatively.
"You'll come for all the weekends and matches." Every
single one? Doubtful Dora was doubtful. Mostly because she didn't like getting her hopes up.
Because Alice
was that important.