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Natasha smacked her hand on her forehead, collapsed onto the back of the sofa and groaned. It was worse that she had expected. Armand would not like it. Not one bit.
What was she going to tell Jasmine to convince her that Marco was bad news? She didn't really have any right to interfere, and besides that...she didn't really like to talk badly about others.
She had to come up with something. Fast.
"He's a teenage boy!" she blurted out. Riiiight...okay, we'll go with that. "And teenage boys have only two things on their minds...Quidditch and well...you know what."
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