'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
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'I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends, they're in my head I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you broke our mirrors Sunday mornin' is everyday for all I care and I'm not scared Light my candles in a daze 'cause I've found God'
"Wow, did you curl your hair?" Simon Dedworth asked Hera as they stumbled through the compartment door.
"You don't like it?"
"It's nicer when it's straight, " Simon grinned, "It doesn't make your face look so round— "
"Oh, my god!" Her jaw dropped, and she gently shoved Cedric's arm for laughing.
Lightning flashed across the sky as their carriage came to a halt before the great oak front doors. Many were already hurrying up the stone steps into the castle.
Somewhere, about twenty feet behind Hera, a red water balloon dropped on Ron's head and exploded. It only narrowly missed Harry, but the commotion had helped her catch sight of her friends, who she quickly moved towards. Floating above the shrieking students was Peeves the Poltergeist, a little man with an orange bow tie and a malicious grin.
"PEEVES!" Professor McGonagall yelled, dashing from the Great Hall, "Peeves, come down here at ONCE!"
McGonagall skidded on the wet floor and grabbed Hera around the neck to stop herself from falling, "Ouch — sorry, Potter —"
Hera coughed a bit, instantly massaging the side of her neck as Alicia helped her stay steady, "It's fine, Professor. "
She then turned around and mimed choking herself to her friends, who barely managed to suppress their laughter.
"Peeves, get down here NOW!" Professor McGonagall barked.
"Not doing nothing!" Peeves cackled, lobbing a water bomb at several fifth-year girls, who screamed and dived into the Great Hall, "Already wet, aren't they? Little squirts! Wheeeeeeeeee!"
He aimed another bomb at a group of second years who had just arrived. "I shall call the headmaster!" McGonagall shouted, "I'm warning you, Peeves — "
Peeves stuck out his tongue, threw the last of his water bombs into the air, and zoomed off up the marble staircase, cackling insanely. "Well, move along, then!" McGonagall snapped, "Into the Great Hall, come on!"
