Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“It could be a frame-up!”
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There was a pause while Harry and Hermione considered this. Harry thought it seemed far-fetched; Hermione, on the other hand, looked rather impressed and said, “Do you know, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if that were true.”

“I’ve had a tip-off that you are intending to place a massive order for Dungbombs!”

I haven’t been out all week, have you?”

He watched her until she became a tiny black speck and vanished,

Considering it was a very short letter it had taken a long time to write;

He lay for a moment watching dust swirl in the chink of sunlight <…> and savored the thought that it was Saturday.

The first week of term seemed to have dragged on forever, like one gigantic History of Magic lesson.

Harry watched Fred, George, and Lee Jordan juggling empty butterbeer bottles for a moment.

Vicky Frobisher and Geoffrey Hooper both flew better this evening, but Hooper’s a real whiner, he’s always moaning about something or other, and Vicky’s involved in all sorts of societies, she admitted herself that if training clashed with her Charm Club she’d put Charms first.

“I can’t believe it — where’s Hermione gone?”