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"Muggle bookshop?" answered Daphne dubiously. Honesty be served, she didn't know where the text had originally come from. The book had been stolen from her father's library. The very same one she wasn't to access without his consent. Oops?
Then Crocker was being an insolent little boy with his ever annoying lisp and his eerie big green eyes. "Please forgive me for stating the truth," she spoke with a sarcastic smile. If he wasn't a child than Daphne didn't have controlling impulses. "And there is absolutely nothing wrong with having Crockers at Hogwarts," emphasized Daphne pouring a glass of pumpkin juice for herself and two more for her conversationalists friends. Except that it's Crockers.
Chapter One, page 19, The commander stands for the virtues of wisdom, sincerity...
"Well," quipped the blond pushing a glass towards Winnie and the other towards Willie, both across from her. "You got that right about Garret. His intelligence is questionable."
Benevolence, courage...
"However, after the feast is done we'll help you look for him," relinquished Daphne with a small shudder. "No matter how tedious the task may be." That Garret and his dirty hands were enough to send her into a fit.
And strictness...
"But first you must stop crying. Big boys don't cry." |