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.Peeves. 
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Laughing at the two girls Peeves swooped back at them, "Crying over candy. Ickle firstie needs her mummy. Oh no, no mummy here." He laughed and flew out of the dorm.
Miranda shot Peeves a nasty look. She was putting his name on an imaginary list of people to get back at once she was old enough to make them pay dearly. An evil little grin crossed her lips for just a moment.
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Waddles Grandmothers who made toffees? All Isabella's grandmother did was buy her dresses and teach her how to sit properly. Isabella appreciated it, but she would have liked some grandmother-baked cookies or something come Christmas. Maybe this year she could ask to bake some cookies with her grandmother... "I'm sorry, Randa, it'll be okay though." Gosh. She was eleven. She wasn't supposed to have to know how to comfort people who were crying over dead family...
As Peeves swooped over them again, Isabella ducked in case he dropped something else over their heads. Then, as he flew away, she shook her head.
"Good riddance," she said in her annoyed big sister voice. "Someone needs to teach him some manners." Just not her. "Are you going to be alright, Randa?"
She shook herself of the thought and answered her new friend, " Yeah , I'll be fine... I'll just have to owl my mum to see if she happened to get Granny's recipe." She hoped beyond all hope that her mother had gotten it....
" So, Tell me about your family, Izzy? " she asked trying to get the focus off of herself for a bit.