"Did you cry all night?"

Ria slowly looked at her cousin. "Do you really think this is what crying all night looks like?" She asked. She had been sitting at the Hufflepuff table for breakfast with Cedric and Sophie.

"I just couldn't sleep, that's all.." She answered, shrugging it off. "Hell, I don't think I'd be able to get any sleep where I live."

"Curious question. Have you ever cried all night?" asked Sophie, and Ria didn't have to think about it.

She nodded. "I once discovered a boy band. I loved their songs. I watched their musics videos, live performances. I learned their names. I watched their journeys. I learned the inside jokes. But somehow.." she said, seeming pissed at herself. "My dumb arse forgot to check when all that happened."

"Then two months later— and I was attached to them by that time —I found out that my favourite member had left the band four years ago."

"Oooh.." Cedric hissed.

"And that's not even where it broke me." Ria scoffed in self-pity. "I broke down when, three hours later, I found out that the rest of the band had been on an '18 month break' since the past three years."

Sophie raised a questioning eyebrow. "On an 18 month break since the past three years?"

Ria nodded. "No one knew when they were reuniting. It was tragic."

"You know, you're too much like Aunt Issy and Uncle Dan?" said Cedric after a brief pause.

"How so?" asked Asteria.

"Dad told me both of them were obsessed over bands." He chuckled. "They used to fight over their favourites.. Aunt loved ABBA and Uncle loved the Beatles. Their common ground was Queen."

Ria nodded, seeming impressed at their music taste. She then looked at Sophie to ask her what her favourites were, but a bang made all the heads turn towards the Gryffindor table.

Ria squinted her eyes. "Is that.."

"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY—"

That scream was enough for Ria's confirmation. "Yeah, I'll be back."

"HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I'M ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU! YOUR FATHER IS FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!"

It was obvious that Ron was petrified by the Howler, but she didn't know how shocked Harry was until she touched his shoulder and he flinched.

"Hey! It's me.. Hi." She chuckled.

His lips instantly curled up in a smile at the familiar face. "Oh.. Hi, Ria!"

"Oh, and Ginny dear, congratulations on making it to Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud." The letter then tore itself to pieces and ablaze into flames as it fell on the table.

"Well.." said the redhead in question, "that was unexpected."

"Was it?" asked Hermione, seeming less worried and more annoyed, unlike the day before. "After you flew an enchanted car to Hogwarts?" She whispered aggressively.

"You did?" Ria smiled softly. "That's wicked cool."

"Don't encourage them!" Hermione scolded her. "This is Asteria. She was at Flourish and Blotts, that day. She's a new second-year."

"Hey, Ron." Ria smiled at him.

But Ron looked hesitant, and Ria couldn't figure out why. "Is something wrong?" She slowly asked.

"Er.. nothing." He said, turning back to his breakfast.

"You got sorted in Slytherin." Ginny stated the obvious. "That's what's bugging him."

Ron slowly turned to his sister, as if mad for not shutting up. Harry hadn't noticed her robes until Ginny had pointed it out. His smile slowly disappeared too.

Ria chuckled, completely clueless. "So, that's all?" I suppose they're a bit too loyal to their Houses. She thought.

"It must be a mistake." Harry blurted out. "You can't be a Slytherin."

"And why is that?" asked the girl.

"You just.. you just can't." Harry shook his head in denial.

"I didn't ask you to repeat yourself. I asked you for a reason." Ria stated, the light humour in her tone decreasing.

"Slytherins have a bad reputation." Ginny answered nonchalantly, and Ron gave her yet another look. She was behaving unusually. "You-Know-Who was in Slytherin. Many Pureblood families come from that House."

"Oh.. oh, thanks for the honesty, Ginny." Ria gave her a genuine smile. "So.. now that I'm in Slytherin, I, most certainly, must be a prejudiced brat, or a soon-to-be evil wizard, according to you." She looked at Ron and Harry. "Right?"

"Did you know that prejudice has many meanings?" She asked. "One of them is having pointless opinions about someone, associating them with the group they belong in, without actually getting to know them. And I'm not making this up." She chuckled. "My Muggle school was pretty serious about these things. They had special programmes for educating us about stuff like prejudice. Clearly, you could've used one of those."

The two did not utter a word. The disappointment on Ria's face was inevitable to see. "So, thanks for making me feel welcomed, guys." With that sarcastic remark, she returned to the Hufflepuff table.

"Why the long face, Ria?" Sophie asked as soon as her eyes fell on her. Cedric, who was talking to his friend, quickly looked at his cousin.

"Nothing.." She muttered. "Apparently, I'm supposed to be bad. So, I'm practising my bitch face for the future."

"What did they say to you?" asked Cedric.

"Forget it."

He stood up with the intention of approaching them, but Ria pulled him back down by his robe. "I said, forget it." She said again, but a bit louder this time.

"I asked, what did they say to you?" He repeated his question.

"Nothing I couldn't handle by myself." She answered firmly. "Besides, I don't wanna seem like a baby who cries to her brother every time something minor happens. No offence."

"Okay." he replied, his tone slightly defensive. "Well, I'll have to leave.. don't want to keep a friend waiting." He gave the two girls a small smile. "Have fun, Ria." He ruffled her hair, which instantly made her glare at him.

"Not my hair, you idiot!"

Cedric laughed, managing to dodge a smack from his little cousin as he left.

"Meanie.." Asteria muttered under her breath, ignoring Sophie's amused chuckles as she tidied her hair.

"Leave it be. It looks fine." said Sophie. "Do you wanna come down to Hagrid's with me? He said he found a tree at the edge of the forest, where Pickett could live while I do classes."

"Why? Can't Pickett just.. stay with you?"

Sophie sighed. "Unfortunately, no. You see, he's been around since Grandpa was in Hogwarts. Hagrid says he'd be healthier if he spent time in his habitat."

"It'll be quick! We'll be back right in time for our classes!"

Ria frowned softly. "I wish I could!" She answered. "But I still haven't got my time-table yet. I'll have to wait for it."

"Oh.. that's fine." The girl smiled in response, leaving her seat. "I'll see you later."

Ria waved her goodbye, watching her leave the Great Hall. But soon, a familiar voice called her name. She turned around to find McGonagall standing, with a piece of parchment in her hand.

"Hey, good morning, Minnie!" She chirped, and the Professor tried to ignore the nickname.

"Good morning, Miss Edwards." She addressed her formally, handing her the parchment. "Here is your time-table."

Ria inspected it, while nonchalantly saying, "You know, I expected Severus to give me my time-table. Since he's the Head of my House." She shrugged.

Minerva nodded slowly. She would be lying if she had said she hadn't hoped for Ria to fall in Gryffindor but expected her to fall in Ravenclaw.

"Ooh, the very first is Transfiguration with Ravenclaws. Didn't know you were this eager to see me, Minnie?" Ria teased.

Minerva sighed. "Well, I am not the one that decides these time-tables. And I would suggest addressing the teachers professionally." She said. "Despite having close relations outside of Hogwarts, presently, you are in school. Keep that in mind."

Ria nodded. "Okay.. So, Professor Snape it is." She said, then looking at her. "Thanks for the suggestion, Minnie." She smiled innocently.

The Professor just pursed her lips. With nothing else but a nod, she spun in her place and walked away. I should have put a stopper to these nicknames twenty years ago. She thought.

After an hour and a half long Transfiguration class, which she understood almost nothing of, Ria started to feel the tiredness really hit her. Her sleep deprived night began showing it's effects.

The students had to transfigure small beetles into buttons. And Ria had successfully managed to turn it.. into a tiny pile of goo. God knew she needed more practice and focus.

McGonagall had dismissed it since it was her first day. But that was not the reason for Ria's poor performance. She was just.. somehow bad at Transfiguration, even while learning at school from a Professor. At first, she had thought her mother was bad at teaching. But in reality, it was just Ria.

The next class had been Potions. And oh.. Potions went by so easily.

The subject had caught her eye since the first day, she had been fascinated by how interesting it looked. And if that wasn't enough, the little facts and tricks by Severus had heightened her curiosity about that subject.

Though he had revealed only two or three of those to Ria. She was pretty sure there was a whole lot of which he was hiding.

She had had that class with.. Gryffindors, and her Godfather, who very much despised each other. Ria could see some particular dislike brewing towards Harry. And she couldn't figure out why.

Wasn't Severus friends with Lily?

Or was it because Harry was biased against Slytherins?

If that was it, then Ria completely agreed with her Godfather.

Harry was one of the few people that Ria had wanted to stay connected to. And not because he was the Boy who Lived or something. He probably needed someone that would tell him about his parents. Someone who was close to them.. someone like Ria's mother. She thought it was necessary for him to get some kind of closure. She didn't know why she cared so much about it.

And she was so disappointed when he drowned their blossoming bond over something so stupid, like a different House.

So, when her eyes caught Harry hurriedly gather his supplies and walk towards her, she hurried too. But He caught up to her. "Hey, Ria! About breakfast-"

"Um— I have to catch up with my friend, if you don't mind." She quickly reasoned, her eyes scanning to find someone familiar. And she found someone.

Malfoy? Ew, no. But the boy behind him seemed much better. 

"Er— Blaise!" She called out to him. He, along with Theodore, who was just beside him, both turned to look at her. "Wait for me, will you?"

And without another word to Harry, she ran towards the boy, leaving him frowning.

The boys looked at her with slight confusion. "Who told you you were invited to my group?" A snarky voice in front of them said.

Ria pursed her lips as she faced the inevitable idiot. "The world doesn't revolve around you. Get moving." She rolled her eyes.

"Hey." said Blaise, slowing down so Malfoy, Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle could separate from them.

"Where's your girlfriend?" The other one asked, and again, her face turned crimson. She had never had a boyfriend or girlfriend, only crushes.

"Okay, thank God I found you out of all, because Sophie and I are not girlfriends. And we were definitely not making out in that compartment yesterday." She stated quickly. "I just wanted to make that clear."

"Wait—" said Zabini, "you two were making out yesterday?"

Ria's eyes widened. "I just said we were not!" She whisper-yelled. "We were just talking about— something, and you came in all so suddenly, you just scared us." She explained.

"Oh.." the two nodded.

"And sorry for tagging along, I just needed an escape from someone." Ria said in all honesty, looking back at Harry and then looking at the boys. "Do you mind?"

The two looked back too. "No, we don't. But Potter, really?" He scoffed playfully.

Ria huffed. "You know how some people just instantly drive you away with their stupidity?"

Blaise gave a small laugh at her response. "Yeah, I know." He muttered, looking at Nott who was beside her.

He caught that look. "Hey!" said Theodore, offended. Blaise and Ria laughed.

"But, Potter?" He asked. "I mean— someone like Malfoy is understandable." Theodore commented, making Ria raise a questioning eyebrow.

"I thought you were friends." She said with a shrug, continuing to walk towards the Great Hall with them.

"Ugh— trust me. We're not." said Blaise, rolling his eyes. "Thinks too highly of himself. It gets annoying."

"Then why do you hang out with him?" She asked genuinely.

The boys looking at each other with the same boring gaze. "Family relations."

Ria nodded in realisation. "Oh.. glad to have never forcefully experienced those."

"Good for you." said the brunette. "They get a bit too extreme in Pureblood families. But Half-bloods are alright, I guess." He shrugged, then looking at Blaise. "Aren't they?"

He nodded in agreement. "Yeah.. As long as it's not the Muggle-borns, it's fine." He mumbled.

"Wow.." Ria chuckled. That was straightforward.

"What's wrong with Muggle-borns?" She asked, a bit offended since her Dad was one.

"Well.. er—" Blaise exchanged a quick glance with Theodore. "It's not fair."

"What's not fair?" She asked again.

"You know... how magic is passed on to people because of magical blood?" said Blaise. "They have magic because because their parents passed it on to them. Muggle-borns just.. get it. It's not fair. They're not worthy of that magic."

"I've also heard they're just Muggles that steal magic from wizards." Theodore added. "And the wizards whose magic was stolen became Squibs."

Ria scoffed sarcastically. Was her first day just supposed to pass by debating with boys over their stupid arguments?

"To steal magic from someone.. you need to have magic in the first place." Asteria stated the obvious. "Muggles obviously don't have that."

"That's not the point—"

"That kind of is." She chuckled ridiculously. "You can't steal someone's magic.. if you don't have magic to begin with."

"But—" Theo tried to reason, but Ria cut him off.

"And if you hate Muggle-borns by that logic, then you must work so hard to advocate for the Squibs. You must work so hard to make sure they don't have one thing to worry about in this world." She wondered, looking at Theodore.

"According to me, it should go both ways. Do you do that?"

Blaise threw Theodore a discreet look. One that said; why did you drag me into this?

Ria shook her head, as if she had expected that reaction. "Anyway.. I hope the next time you bring up this argument, it'll be less easy, and more entertaining for me." She smiled. "Bye."

The two boys watched as Asteria merrily walked away, jaws clenched with slight rage. "Did that stupid Half-blood just—" said Nott with a scowl on his face.

"At least, now we know what side she's on." muttered Blaise. "Just like your father had asked."

"You idiot," Theodore said to him. "he asked me to make sure her opinions aligned with ours."

"But why though?" the boy asked.

Theodore shrugged. "How am I supposed to know?" He replied. "I wish we were like your family; showing their alliance, but disappearing when things need to be done." He sniggered wittily.

That comment annoyed Blaise. "If that was it, then why did you come to me?" He rolled his eyes. "Why not go to Malfoy?"

"Pretty sure he doesn't have the patience, nor the wit." Blaise laughed at Theodore's comment.

"Hey, Ria!" Sophie smiled, watching as her friend sat in front of her at the table. "How was your day?"

"Ah.. good!" She chuckled, settling her bag down and grabbing onto the food on the table. "Potions was great! Transfiguration? Eh, I'll need some time."

The girl nodded in agreement. "You grow used to it."

"By the way.. how did things with Pickett go?" asked Ria.

"Oh.. he looked really happy. I wonder if—"

"Signed photos? You're giving out signed photos, Potter?" A loud, scathing voice took their attention away from the conversation.

"He's what?" Ria muttered. He didn't seem like that type of person.

"Everyone line up!" Malfoy roared to the crowd. "Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!"

Oh.. of course, it's Malfoy.

"No, I'm not," said Harry angrily, his fists clenching. "Shut up, Malfoy."

"You're just jealous," piped up a boy, who had a Muggle camera clutched in his hands. "Jealous?" said Malfoy, who didn't need to shout anymore: Half the crowd was already listening. "Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself."

"Alright— what is the deal with him?" asked Ria with a small scowl on her face, pointing her thumb towards Malfoy. "First of all— and I speak as someone whose name is somewhat related to the stars too —naming this jerk 'Draco' is a hate crime against celestial bodies."

"Seriously, it's such a pretty name. And then you look at this guy and just go.. ugh.." Ria sighed tiredly. Sophie refrained herself from laughing too loudly.

"And second of all.. Does he just look into the mirror every morning and swear to himself that he will be the most annoying person to walk the planet?"

Sophie raised an eyebrow, her face turning serious. "Well.. now that you mention it.." The two girls sniggered. "You probably don't know Harry and Draco's history." She added. "The rejected handshake."

Ria chuckled at the grandeur in her tone. "The rejected handshake? Do tell."

"Malfoy tried to make friends with him at the start of last year, seeing as he was the Boy who Lived.. And he did so by insulting Ron Weasley, Harry's friend." Sophie said grimly. "And hence.."

"The rejected handshake." Ria nodded in realisation. "Makes sense."

"Who's giving out signed photos?" A jolly voice made their eyes turn back to the Gryffindor table. And Ria could see Harry sigh at the arrival of Lockhart, who flung his arm around his shoulder and thundered, "Shouldn't have asked! We meet again, Harry!"

"So.. are you going to rescue him again?" asked Sophie. Ria looked at her with a questioning look. "I know Professor Lockhart means well, but it's pretty clear Harry doesn't like the attention."

Sure, he means well. She pursed her lips to hide her amused smile.

"Nah.. let's see how he handles this one." She muttered, sipping from her goblet of pumpkin juice. She was full, but they still had time until their next class, so she stayed to watch the drama unfolding.

"Come on then, Mr. Creevy," said Lockhart, beaming at the boy with the camera. "A double portrait, can't do better than that, and we'll both sign it for you."

Ria shook her head, turning back to face Sophie. "Didn't know what I expected, but that was not it. Anyway, what's your next class?"

"Potions." She answered. "I'm assuming yours is Defence against the Dark Arts?" Ria nodded. "You don't have to worry. Professor Lockhart is great for his first time as a teacher. He even took a test." She beamed, and Ria could do nothing but nod.

Though through the corner of her eye, she noticed a black-haired head leave the Hall in a hurry. "Well.. then, I better prepare myself." She said, faking a chuckle as she picked up her bag of books. "Thanks for the heads up! I'll see you later!"

Asteria followed him, trying to keep up with his rush. She eased up once she saw him enter the DADA class. Oh.. of course, she had DADA with the Gryffindors.

She quietly entered the classroom, finding Harry seated at the back of the class, his face shielded behind a pile of books. She walked towards him.

"Hey." said Ria. And he looked up at her, face red with embarrassment from the earlier incident. "Mind if I..?"

Without another word, Harry slid in his seat to make room for her. Ria settled down beside him.

Harry didn't say anything, and nor did Ria. She didn't plan to until he did. But when her brain gave her a suggestion, she just couldn't resist anymore.

She took her notebook and her quill out of her bag, and slowly slid in front of Harry. At this, he threw her a discreet look. "Can I have an autograph, please?"

He sighed in frustration. "What's wrong with you?" He straightforwardly asked. "I don't care that I'm famous, I don't like this!"

"You don't?" asked Ria, as if she had no idea. "Oh.. But.. But aren't all celebrities supposed to be narcissists?" She made a crude remark. "I thought all of them loved the attention!"

"Why would you—" He stopped in the middle, as if realising the intentions behind her actions. Harry pursed his lips, watching as a sly smile grew on Ria's face.

"You hear how you sounded before?"

He looked down, slightly disappointed with himself. "You are one petty person, aren't you?"

Ria nodded, closing her notebook and victoriously looking at him. "Petty and proud." She chirped.

Harry nodded in understanding. "I am sorry." He was kind of glad that he had had his realisation moment. The disagreement they had earlier had upset him. "I really am."

"Well.. do you wanna forget what happened and start again?" asked Ria, seeming happier than before.

Harry thought for a moment, before shaking his head, denying. Ria raised a questioning eyebrow at this. "It wasn't really a big fight, but I learned a good lesson because of it. So no; don't wanna pretend like it never happened."

Asteria squinted her eyes. "Never thought you'd be cliche like that, Potter." She said, holding back a smile, and it made him smile too.

"Cliche? Me?" asked Harry. He then cleared his throat and tried to imitate her voice. "Hi, I'm Ria. And I'm petty and proud."

"Hey!" Ria jabbed an elbow into his shoulder, both lightly laughing at his almost accurate imitation.

But they quickly silenced themselves as the class started filling with children. Harry saw Ron and Hermione looking for him, but they took their seat in the front when they noticed the seat beside him was already occupied. Ria saw Theodore and Blaise sitting together, muttering something in between themselves.

Gilderoy Lockhart took his place in the front. He cleared his throat, before holding out his own book Travels with Trolls. "Me, Gilderoy Lockhart," he said, "Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League, and five-time winner of the Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile award— But I don't talk about that."

"I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!" A few students smiled weakly at him. Ria could only cringe at him.

"You don't find him attractive, huh?" Harry whispered to her, noticing her reaction.

"Obviously not. I have standards." She whispered back, making him snigger.

"Thank Merlin, I was tired of hearing Hermione boast about him." He said gratefully.

Though while they whispered back and forth, they had forgotten to comprehend what the Professor had said. And now all of them had a test paper in front of them.

"What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favourite colour? What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition? Are you serious?" Harry muttered.

"Mum's going to be so proud that I failed this test." Ria muttered to herself.

Lockhart skimmed through the test papers, confused at the mostly incomplete and blank papers. "Very disappointed, from the rest of the class. But well done Miss. Hermione Granger! Quite excellent! Ten points to Gryffindor! And now— to business." He bent down and pulled out a large covered box.

"Now— be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind! You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. All I ask is that you remain calm."

Ooh.. finally something exciting. Ria leaned forward in anticipation.

"I might ask you not to scream." He added in a low voice. "It may provoke them." The whole class held its breath as Lockhart whipped the cover off.

And there they were..

Blue pixies..

"Yes! Freshly caught cornish pixies!" He said. And Ria leaned back in her seat, her excitement completely drowned.

A boy let out a snort of laughter. "Well, they're not very dangerous, are they?" he said in his Irish accent.

"Don't be so sure! Devilish tricky little blighters they can be!" He wiggled his pointer finger at Seamus.

The pixies were merely eight inches, with pointed faces and a shrill voice, blue in colour. They were rattling the bars and moving around in the cage.

"I thought they'd be a bit scary. But they look kinda cute." Ria whispered. And right then, the pixies were let out.

She was wrong.

It was a disaster.

The pixies shot in different directions like mini-rockets. Two of them seized another boy by his ears and lifted him into the air. Some of them escaped, smashing the window glasses. The remaining started to wreck the classroom. Two of them started tugging at Ria's hair, and her decision to grow her hair that long became questionable.

"No— NO! Not my hair! Anything but my hair!" She shouted in panic. She took pride in her long hair. "Get off!"

She grabbed the strands of her hair and smacked the pixie on the desk, while Harry tossed the other one away with his book. "Thanks for that." She breathed out, wearing the hood of her robe to keep the little bastards away from her hair.

"Do something, Professor!" Someone screamed through the chaos. And Lockhart drew out his wand.

"Peskipiksi Pesternomi!" Lockhart's spell showed no effect. One of the pixies threw his wand out of the window. Lockhart ducked under his table, and Neville's chandelier couldn't hold it anymore. It came down with him.

The bell rang, and all the students ran towards the exit. Harry and Ria, along with Ron and Hermione, but Lockhart had quickly rushed past them. "Well, I'll ask you four to just nip the rest of them back into their cage." He said, shutting the door.

"You moron!" Asteria yelled in anger.

"Hey, don't say that!" said Hermione. "It's rude."

"And leaving us to clean his mess isn't?!" She replied.

"She's right, you know?" roared Ron as one of the remaining pixies bit him painfully on the ear.

"He just wants to give us some hands-on experience," said Hermione, immobilising two pixies at once with a clever Freezing Charm and stuffing them back into their cage. Ria tried to imitate her spell.

"Hands on?" said Harry, who was trying to grab a pixie dancing out of reach with its tongue out. "Hermione, he didn't have a clue what he was doing-"

"Rubbish," said Hermione.

"Yeah, that's right. Lockhart is rubbish."

"Asteria!"

"What? That was a disaster!"

"You've read his books. Look at all those amazing things he's done!" said Hermione.

"He says he's done," Ron muttered.

"Yeah. Fiction exists." she huffed. "I've had enough of this foolishness. Alohomora." said Ria, unlocking the door and leaving the room.

"Why were you sitting with her anyway?" Hermione said to Harry. She was so annoyed at the way Ria talked about Lockhart.

"Yeah.." wondered Ron. "I meant to ask you the same thing." But he didn't seem angry, just confused.

Harry shrugged softly, looking at the door through which Ria had walked out. "I'll explain later."

Dear Ria,

I thought you'd be having so much fun in Hogwarts, that you'd forget your boring mother. I know it hasn't even been a week, but I miss you so much, my love.

Hey, Slytherin? Not bad at all. It suits you, you know? And I know it could be bad. We've had so many arguments with Slytherins back in our days. But you're tougher than me, sweetheart. And you've already made a Slytherin friend! That's an achievement in itself. You'll make it through just fine.

And Severus is the Head of your House, so you're good! But don't let him influence you too much. Don't let him make you as boring as much, though I'm sure he could never manage that.

Amos misses you too, hon. He says he feels lonely in his house, now that I've finally moved everything to Brighton. But we do visit each other every now and then.

Take care, love. Of yourself and of Jude. Tell Sophie, Cedric and Harry that I said hi.

Love,
Your Mum.

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