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The group then went on their way to the stadium. A few people ran into them and greeted Mr. Weasley, and some of the Aurors Blair had trained with even greeted her.

Hermione, who was standing beside her, looked at her with confusion. "How do you know them?"

Blair smirked at her. "Well, you know, Granger. I trained over the summer."

Hermione nodded with amazement in her eyes. Blair smiled genuinely at the thought of Hermione being amazed at her.

The group went on up and kept on climbing till they finally reached a staircase. They went up the stairs and reached the Top Box. Blair looked around in amazement. They got really good seats and had a good view of the game.

"Dobby?" Harry said suddenly.

Blair saw a house elf, but it wasn't Dobby. Dobby was a good friend of the four, who Blair freed from the Malfoy family during their second year.

The house elf squeaked and looked up at them. "Did sir just call me Dobby?" Blair thought it was a female house elf from her voice.

Harry frowned at that. "Sorry, I just thought you were someone I knew."

"But I knows Dobby, sir. My name is Winky, sir, and you are Harry Potter, sir!" The house elf then turned to Blair. "And you are the one who freed him. Miss Blair Wood!"

Blair smiled at the house elf. "Oh, please. Miss makes me old. Call me Blair, alright? How's Dobby by the way?"

The house elf hesitantly shook her head. "Ah, miss, meaning no disrespect, but I is not sure you did Dobby a favor, miss, when you is setting him free."

Blair's eyes widened with worry. "Really? Why?"

Winky sighed sadly. "Freedom is going to Dobby's head, miss. Can't get another position."

"But why?"

"He is wanting paying for his work, miss." Winky whispered lowly.

Blair blinked a few times. "So? Why shouldn't he be paid?"

"House-elves is not paid, miss! No, no, no. I says to Dobby, I says, go find yourself a nice family and settle down, Dobby. He is getting up to all sorts of high jinks, miss, what is unbecoming to a house-elf. House-elves does what they is told. I is not liking heights at all, Blair Wood, but my master sends me to the Top Box and I comes, miss."

Blair's eyes softened when she looked at the house-elf, but she knew she couldn't do anything anymore so she turned back to her friends after patting Winky on the shoulder.

Blair took out the Omnioculars Harry bought her and tried it. "Amazing!"

Hermione read through the programme. "A display from the team mascots will precede the match."

"Oh that's always worth watching," said Mr. Weasley. "National teams bring creatures from their native land, you know, to put on a bit of a show."

The box was filled in half an hour. Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people who were obviously very important wizards. Percy jumped to his feet so often that he looked as though he were trying to sit on a hedgehog.

When Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic himself, arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell off and shattered. He threw jealous looks at Harry and Blair whom Fudge had shook hands with in a fatherly fashion, asked how they were, and introduced them to the wizards on either side of him.

"Ah, and here's Lucius!" Fudge suddenly said. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Blair turned quickly. Edging along the second row to three still-empty seats right behind Mr. Weasley were none other than Dobby the house-elf's former owners: Lucius Malfoy; his son, Draco; and a woman Blair supposed must be Draco's mother.

Blair disliked Draco ever since he called Hermione a mudblood in front of her. Punching him after he said that led her to a month's detention, but if it was for Hermione, it was all worth it anyway.

"Ah, Fudge," said Mr. Malfoy, holding out his hand as he reached the Minister of Magic. "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?"

"How do you do, how do you do?" said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy. "And allow me to introduce you to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so never mind. And let's see who else — you know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?"

It was a tense moment. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy looked at each other. Mr. Malfoy's cold gray eyes swept over Mr. Weasley, and then up and down the row.

"Good lord, Arthur," Mr. Malfoy said softly. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?"

Fudge, who wasn't listening, said, "Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest."

"How — how nice," said Mr. Weasley, with a very strained smile. Mr. Malfoy's eyes had returned to Hermione, who went slightly pink, but stared determinedly back at him.

Blair glared as she stepped in front of Hermione to protect her from Lucius' gaze. Lucius scoffed at the sight of Blair but did not say anything as Fudge was there. The Malfoys silently went to their seats, but not before sending the group one last glare.

"Bleached blondes." Blair muttered under her breath.

Hermione softly hit her on the shoulder before turning her attention back to the stadium. Blair smiled widely before turning to Ludo Bagman as well.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!" Cheers and applause erupted from all over the stadium. Flags were waved and the scoreboard was reset to 0.

"And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce... the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!" And there stepped out the Veela. All the boys beside Blair were trying to get out of their seats to reach them, but surprisingly, even if one of them smiled and winked at Blair, Blair just waved at her, unaffected.

The Veela looked surprised, but when she saw Blair smile softly at Hermione, she understood why and let a chuckle leave her lips. Hermione saw the whole interaction and raised an eyebrow at Blair. Blair just smiled softly at Hermione before turning her attention back to the stadium.

After the Veela, the Leprechauns soon came and danced. Tons of gold came pouring down. Ron even got some and gave it to Harry. "There you go, for the Omnioculars. Now, you've got to buy me a Christmas present, ha!" Soon, the leprechauns and veela went to opposite sides of the stadium.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, kindly welcome — the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I give you — Dimitrov!" A scarlet-clad figure on a broomstick, moving so fast it was blurred, shot out onto the field from an entrance far below, to wild applause from the Bulgarian supporters. "Ivanova! Zograf! Levski! Vulchanov! Volkov! Aaaaaaand — Krum!"

"That's him, that's him!" yelled Ron, following Krum with his Omnioculars. Blair quickly focused her own. Viktor Krum was thin, dark, and sallow-skinned, with a large curved nose and thick black eyebrows. It was hard to believe he was only eighteen.

"And now, please greet — the Irish National Quidditch Team!" yelled Bagman. "Presenting — Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mullet! Moran! Quigley! Aaaaaand — Lynch!" Seven green blurs swept onto the field; Blair clapped loudly for them and cheered for Troy. He was one of the best Chasers in this century. Blair could only hope to match his skill.

The referee was soon introduced, and with the blow of his whistle, the game started. "Theeeeeeeey're OFF!" screamed Bagman. "And it's Mullet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Back to Mullet! Troy! Levski! Moran!"

This was the kind of Quidditch Blair liked to play. It was hard to keep up, but it increased the hype. Blair switched between watching through her Omnioculars and in real time. She was happy to see that Troy got the first shot. She jumped up and down and focused once more on the game. She loved the dynamics between the Irish Chasers. She couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts and try those moves.

Blair nudged Harry. "We better try these stunts when we get back."

"Oh, you bet." Harry grinned at her before they focused again on the match.

The match's pace became faster but more brutal as the Bulgarian Beaters kept on attacking the Irish Chasers, and Bulgaria got its first goal through Ivanova. Suddenly, Krum and Lynch went through the chasers as if they were chasing it. Blair's breath hitched. Have they seen the snitch?

"They're going to crash!" Hermione cried out, and she was right. Just as they were about to crash, Krum had pulled out and soared off. Lynch wasn't that lucky as he hit the ground. It was a perfect Wronski Feint by Krum.

Blair winced at the sight of Lynch's bloody nose. After a few moments, Lynch got back onto his broom and the game was back on. After fifteen minutes, the score soon turned to 130:10 with Ireland in the lead. A foul went to Bulgaria, and the boys all stuck their fingers into their ears.

Blair was about to do the same when someone pulled on her arm and giggled. "Look at the referee!" Blair looked down to see Hassan Mostafa had landed right in front of the dancing veela, and was acting very oddly indeed. He was flexing his muscles and smoothing his mustache excitedly.

Blair laughed along with Hermione and smiled at her before Hermione let go of her arm. Blair frowned at the loss of contact but she shook it off and turned back to the game.

"Now, we can't have that!" said Ludo Bagman, though he sounded highly amused. "Somebody slap the referee!"

The game went on, and it went dirtier and dirtier. Blair winced at the thought that that could happen to her one day, but shook it off. Her eyes widened to see the veela turn into birds with scaly wings. "Bloody hell."

With frightened eyes, she turned to Hermione and thought about the possibility. Seemingly understanding her thoughts, Hermione glared at her and smacked her on the shoulder. "What on earth are you thinking, Blair? I'm not a veela."

Everyone laughed as Blair smiled at Hermione while messing up her hair unknowingly. "Sorry, Mione. I could've mistaken you for one with the way you make me fall for you."

Hermione opened her mouth, only to close it and roll her eyes. Blair just smiled at her before turning back to the game. Ginny nudged Hermione teasingly as she caught sight of the blush on Hermione's cheeks.

Now, the score has gone to 140:10, and suddenly, Blair caught sight of the Irish Seeker diving down.

"Look at Lynch!" Harry yelled out.

"He's seen the Snitch!" Blair shouted. "He's seen it! Look at him go!"

Half the crowd seemed to have realized what was happening; the Irish supporters rose in another great wave of green, screaming their Seeker on... but Krum was on his tail.

"They're going to crash!" shrieked Hermione.

"They're not!" roared Ron.

"Lynch is!" yelled Harry. And he was right — for the second time, Lynch hit the ground with tremendous force and was immediately stampeded by a horde of angry veela.

"The Snitch, where's the Snitch?" bellowed Charlie, along the row.

"He's got it — Krum's got it — it's all over!" shouted Blair. Krum, his red robes shining with blood from his nose, was rising gently into the air, his fist held high, a glint of gold in his hand.

The scoreboard was flashing BULGARIA: 160, IRELAND: 170 across the crowd, who didn't seem to have realized what had happened. Then, slowly, as though a great jumbo jet were revving up, the rumbling from the Ireland supporters grew louder and louder and erupted into screams of delight.

"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman shouted, who like the Irish, seemed to be taken aback by the sudden end of the match. "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH — BUT IRELAND WINS — good lord, I don't think any of us were expecting that!"

Blair continued cheering for the Irish and smirked at the thought that Oliver lost the bet. Then, she thought about it. Maybe, one day. She could play professional Quidditch too if she wasn't an Auror. Be a chaser like Troy, who kids her age now would look up to. Blair smiled at the witch beside her. Hopefully, she'd achieve all this with the one person she loved so much by her side.

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"Don't tell your mother you've been gambling," Mr. Weasley implored Fred and George as they all made their way slowly down the purple-carpeted stairs.

"Don't worry, Dad," said Fred gleefully, "we've got big plans for this money. We don't want it confiscated."

Blair smirked. She knew of their plans. After all, she was part of them. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Fred and George wanted to put in her last name, but Blair argued that she was as good as a Weasley already, and so, it was decided that they would be Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

As they reached the tents, Ron sighed with a starstruck expression on his face. "There's no one like Krum. He's like a bird the way he rides the wind. He's more than an athlete. He's an artist."

The twins started flapping their arms. "Krum. Krum. Krum."

"Think you're in love, Ron?" Ginny teasingly said.

Fred, George and Blair started singing. "Viktor, I love you. Viktor, I do!"

Harry, Hermione and Ginny joined in. "When we're apart, my heart beats only for you."

They all laughed together as Ron blushed in embarrassment. An explosion sounded from outside.

Fred shrugged. "Looks like the Irish have got their pride on."

Mr. Weasley came in, looking alarmed. "Stop! Stop it. It's not the Irish, we've got to get out of here. Now!"

The group rushed out of the tent and saw people panicking all around them. Mr. Weasley turned to them. "Get back to the portkey, everybody, and stick together. Fred, George, Ginny is your responsibility."

Mr. Weasley rushed into the chaos. A crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving together with wands pointing straight upward, was marching slowly across the field, but Blair couldn't see their faces as they were hooded and covered with masks.

"Ow!" Ron yelled out in pain.

"What happened?" said Hermione anxiously, stopping so abruptly that Blair bumped into her. "Ron, where are you? Oh this is stupid — lumos!" She illuminated her wand and directed its narrow beam across the path.

Ron was lying sprawled on the ground. "Tripped over a tree root," he said angrily, getting to his feet again.

"Well, with feet that size, hard not to," said a drawling voice from behind them. Harry, Blair, Ron, and Hermione turned sharply. Draco Malfoy was standing alone nearby, leaning against a tree, looking utterly relaxed. His arms folded, he seemed to have been watching the scene at the campsite through a gap in the trees.

"Hadn't you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn't like her spotted, would you?" Malfoy smirked at Hermione.

Blair growled at him. "Quit it, Mallory. You don't compare to even half the witch Hermione is."

"Have it your own way, Wood," said Malfoy, grinning maliciously. "If you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are."

"You watch your mouth!" shouted Ron.

"Never mind, Ron," said Hermione quickly, seizing Blair's arm to restrain her from lunging at Malfoy when she took a step toward Malfoy.

There came a bang from the other side of the trees that was louder than anything they had heard. Several people nearby screamed.

Malfoy chuckled softly. "Scare easily, don't they?" he said lazily. "I suppose your daddies told you all to hide? What're they up to — trying to rescue the Muggles?"

"Where're your parents?" said Harry, his temper rising. "Out there wearing masks, are they?"

Malfoy turned his face to Harry, still smiling. "Well... if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?"

"Oh come on," said Hermione, with a disgusted look at Malfoy, "let's go and find the others."

The four Gryffindors went back towards the path when Blair felt a hand slip out of her grasp. "Harry!"

Blair let go of Hermione's hand and ran into the crowd to look for Harry, but people kept on bumping into her and amidst the chaos, a spell struck her in the stomach, and she saw Harry, unconscious on the ground. She herself fell down to the ground and held his hand.

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"Mosmorde!" Blair woke up to hear a man, shouting out the spell. A large ghostly skull forms in the sky with a snake crawling from it.

Blair and Harry exchanged glances as they stood up and ran towards Ron and Hermione's voices.

Ron hugged Blair tight. "Been looking for you for ages. Thought we lost you."

"Well, I lost my wand." Harry looked around for it.

"And I lost Harry. I'm-" Blair was cut off by a hug from Hermione.

Hermione pulled away and glared at Blair. "Don't do that again. I thought you were dead or something."

Blair gave her a lopsided smile when she felt presences around her and pushed them all to the ground.

"Stupefy!" Twenty blasts fired at the spot they were at a while ago.

"Stop! That's my son!" Arthur Weasley came over and looked over them. "You four. Are you alright?"

"Out of the way, Arthur." said a cold, curt voice. It was Mr. Crouch. He and the other Ministry wizards were closing in on them. Blair got to her feet and helped her friends up.

"Which of you did it?" he snapped, his sharp eyes darting between the four of them. "Which of you conjured the Dark Mark?"

"We didn't do that!" said Harry, gesturing up at the skull.

"We didn't do anything!" said Ron, who was rubbing his elbow and looking indignantly at his father.

"Do not lie, sir!" shouted Mr. Crouch. His wand was still pointing directly at Ron, and his eyes were popping — he looked slightly mad. "You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!"

"Barty," whispered a witch in a long woolen dressing gown, "they're kids, Barty, they'd never have been able to —"

"Where did the Mark come from, you four?" said Mr. Weasley quickly.

"Over there," said Hermione shakily, pointing at the place where they had heard the voice. "There was someone behind the trees... they shouted words — an incantation —"

"Oh, stood over there, did they?" said Mr. Crouch, turning his popping eyes on Hermione now, disbelief etched all over his face. "Said an incantation, did they? You seem very well informed about how that Mark is summoned, missy —"

"Oi! She didn't do it. None of us did." Blair glared at the man, who dared to accuse her Hermione.

But none of the Ministry wizards apart from Mr. Crouch seemed to think it remotely likely that Harry, Blair, Ron, or Hermione had conjured the skull;

"We're too late," said the witch in the woolen dressing gown, shaking her head. "They'll have Disapparated."

"I don't think so," said a wizard with a scrubby brown beard. It was Amos Diggory, Cedric Diggory's father. "Our Stunners went right through those trees... There's a good chance we got them..."

Mr. Diggory squared his shoulders, raised his wand, marched across the clearing, and disappeared into the darkness.

Blair was still glaring at Mr. Crouch, but a hand slipped into hers. Hermione rubbed a thumb over the back of Blair's hand, and Blair calmed down at Hermione's touch.

A few seconds later, they heard Mr. Diggory shout. "Yes! We got them! There's someone here! Unconscious! It's — but — blimey..."

"You've got someone?" shouted Mr. Crouch, sounding highly disbelieving. "Who? Who is it?"

They heard snapping twigs, the rustling of leaves, and then crunching footsteps as Mr. Diggory reemerged from behind the trees. He was carrying a tiny, limp figure in his arms. Blair's eyes widened. It was Winky with a wand in her hand.

Harry, Blair, Ron and Hermione exchanged glances as Amos Diggory, Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman started debating over what happened.

Mr. Diggory then held up his wand to Winky's face. "Rennervate." Winky stirred shakily and started looking around. At the sight of the dark mark, she burst into tears.

"Elf!" said Mr. Diggory sternly. "Do you know who I am? I'm a member of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures!" Winky began to rock backward and forward on the ground, her breath coming in sharp bursts.

Blair closed her eyes and took in deep breaths. She had to calm herself down or she might do or say something she might regret. Her eyes fluttered open at Harry's voice. "Hey – that's mine!"

Everyone in the clearing looked at him. "Excuse me?" said Mr. Diggory, incredulously.

"That's my wand!" said Harry. "I dropped it!"

"You dropped it?" repeated Mr. Diggory in disbelief. "Is this a confession? You threw it aside after you conjured the Mark?"

"Amos, think who you're talking to!" said Mr. Weasley, very angrily. "Is Harry Potter likely to conjure the Dark Mark?"

"Er — of course not," mumbled Mr. Diggory. "Sorry... carried away..."

"I didn't drop it there, anyway," said Harry, jerking his thumb toward the trees beneath the skull. "I missed it right after we got into the wood."

"So," said Mr. Diggory, his eyes hardening as he turned to look at Winky again, cowering at his feet. "You found this wand, eh, elf ? And you picked it up and thought you'd have some fun with it, did you?"

"Bloody hell, it wasn't her! Winky has a squeaky voice, and it was a deep voice that said it." Blair glared at Mr. Diggory, appalled at the way he was treating Winky.

Hermione looked to Ron and Harry. "It didn't sound anything like Winky, did it?"

"No," said Harry, shaking his head. "It definitely didn't sound like an elf."

"Yeah, it was a human voice," said Ron.

"Well, we'll soon see," growled Mr. Diggory, looking unimpressed. "There's a simple way of discovering the last spell a wand performed, elf, did you know that?"

Winky trembled and shook her head frantically, her ears flapping, as Mr. Diggory raised his own wand again and placed it tip to tip with Harry's. "Prior Incantato!" roared Mr. Diggory.

Blair looked down sadly as a gigantic serpent-tongued skull erupted from the point where the two wands met, but it was a mere shadow of the green skull high above them; it looked as though it were made of thick gray smoke: the ghost of a spell.

Blair stepped forward, but Hermione held her back and looked at her with pleading eyes. Blair reluctantly stepped back as Mr. Crouch and Mr. Diggory then engaged in a tense exchange of words, but it seemed like Mr. Crouch had enough.

"Amos," said Mr. Crouch curtly, "I am fully aware that, in the ordinary course of events, you would want to take Winky into your department for questioning. I ask you, however, to allow me to deal with her."

Mr. Diggory looked as though he didn't think much of this suggestion at all, but it was clear to everyone that Mr. Crouch was such an important member of the Ministry that he did not dare refuse him.

"You may rest assured that she will be punished," Mr. Crouch added coldly.

"M-m-master..." Winky stammered, looking up at Mr. Crouch, her eyes brimming with tears. "M-m-master, p-p-please..."

Mr. Crouch stared back, his face somehow sharpened, each line upon it more deeply etched. There was no pity in his gaze.

"Winky has behaved tonight in a manner I would not have believed possible," he said slowly. "I told her to remain in the tent. I told her to stay there while I went to sort out the trouble. And I find that she disobeyed me. This means clothes."

"No!" shrieked Winky, prostrating herself at Mr. Crouch's feet. "No, master! Not clothes, not clothes!" Blair stared at Winky with a sad look then turned to glare at Mr. Crouch. It was pitiful to see the way Winky clutched at her tea towel as she sobbed over Mr. Crouch's feet.

"But she was frightened!" Hermione burst out angrily, glaring at Mr. Crouch. "Your elf's scared of heights, and those wizards in masks were levitating people! You can't blame her for wanting to get out of their way!"

"I have no use for a house-elf who disobeys me," Mr. Crouch said coldly, looking over at Hermione. "I have no use for a servant who forgets what is due to her master, and to her master's reputation." Winky was crying so hard that her sobs echoed around the clearing.

There was a very nasty silence, which was ended by Mr. Weasley, who said quietly, "Well, I think I'll take my lot back to the tent, if nobody's got any objections. Amos, that wand's told us all it can — if Harry could have it back, please —" Mr. Diggory handed Harry his wand and Harry pocketed it.

"Come on, you four," Mr. Weasley said quietly. But Hermione didn't seem to want to move; her eyes were still upon the sobbing elf.

"Hermione!" Mr. Weasley said, more urgently. She turned and followed Harry, Blair and Ron out of the clearing and off through the trees.

"What's going to happen to Winky?" said Hermione, the moment they had left the clearing.

"I don't know," said Mr. Weasley.

"The way they were treating her!" said Hermione furiously. "Mr. Diggory, calling her 'elf ' all the time... and Mr. Crouch! He knows she didn't do it and he's still going to sack her! He didn't care how frightened she'd been, or how upset she was — it was like she wasn't even human!"

"Well, she's not," said Ron.

Blair glared and Hermione rounded on him.

"That doesn't mean she hasn't got feelings, Ron. It's disgusting the way —"

"Hermione, I agree with you," said Mr. Weasley quickly, beckoning her on, "but now is not the time to discuss elf rights. I want to get back to the tent as fast as we can. What happened to the others?"

"We lost them in the dark," said Ron. "Dad, why was everyone so uptight about that skull thing?"

"I'll explain everything back at the tent," said Mr. Weasley tensely. It was silent on their way apart from a few wizards who kept on asking Mr. Weasley who did it, but Mr. Weasley looked done with them all as he led Harry, Blair, Ron and Hermione back into the campsite.

All was quiet now; there was no sign of the masked wizards, though several ruined tents were still smoking. Charlie's head was poking out of the boys' tent. "Dad, what's going on?" he called through the dark. "Fred, George, and Ginny got back okay, but the others —"

"I've got them here," said Mr. Weasley, bending down and entering the tent.

Harry, Blair, Ron, and Hermione entered after him. Bill was sitting at the small kitchen table, holding a bedsheet to his arm, which was bleeding profusely. Charlie had a large rip in his shirt, and Percy was sporting a bloody nose. Fred, George, and Ginny looked unhurt, though shaken.

"Did you get them, Dad?" said Bill sharply. "The person who conjured the Mark?"

"No," said Mr. Weasley. "We found Barty Crouch's elf holding Harry's wand, but we're none the wiser about who actually conjured the Mark."

"What?" said Bill, Charlie, and Percy together.

"Harry's wand?" said Fred.

"Mr. Crouch's elf?" said Percy, sounding thunderstruck.

With some assistance from Harry, Blair, Ron, and Hermione, Mr. Weasley explained what had happened in the woods. But somehow, as they were telling the story, Blair felt her eyesight blur, and the world fade out around her as she suddenly felt a pain in her stomach. Her hand went over to the wound, and her eyes widened to see some blood there. How did she not notice that?

Ginny noticed Blair pale and went towards her. "Blair. Are you alright?"

Blair weakly smiled before fainting and falling on Ginny's shoulder.

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