 Ford Anglia Viva Buymoria! Love you Twin!
44. Ford Anglia
Severus irritably surveyed the damage to the tree. Poor Pomona would have a bird when she found out. It would take a lot of work to nurse it to full health.
His memory haunted him and he shivered, blaming the cold wind. He heard the rattling of the Ford Anglia heading off into the forest. Leave it to Weasley, crashing an enchanted car. That boy was plain stupid.
A-ha! Potter and Weasley were there, noses pressed against the glass, watching the feast. Stupid, stupid boys... He would suggest their expulsion, though deep down he knew Albus would never support it.
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