'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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'Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun Shine on you crazy diamond Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky Shine on you crazy diamond You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom Blown on the steel breeze You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon
Shine on you crazy diamond Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light Shine on you crazy diamond Well you wore out your welcome with random precision Rode on the steel breeze Come on you seer of visions, you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine'
"Does she hate me?" Harry asked his sister at Ange's burning, reproachful looks.
Hera shrugged, smiling pointedly at her friend, hoping she would ease up a bit with him, "Only a little — but she'll get over it, "
The common room was packed and full of shrieks of laughter and excitement; Fred and George were demonstrating their latest bit of joke shop merchandise.
"Headless Hats!" George shouted as Fred waved a pointed hat decorated with a fluffy pink feather at the watching students, "Two Galleons each — watch Fred, now!"
Fred swept the hat onto his head, beaming. For a second, he merely looked rather stupid, then both hat and head vanished.
Several girls screamed, but everyone else was roaring with laughter.
"And off again!" George shouted, Fred's hand groping for a moment in what seemed to be thin air over his shoulder; his head then reappeared as he swept the pink-feathered hat from it again.
"Well, " Ange said dully, pulling off her cloak and throwing it onto a vacated corner, "we've replaced you, " she said to Harry.
"Oh, thank God, I thought you were talking about me!" Hera joked.
Harry's expression grew blank, "Replaced me?" he asked.
"You and Fred and George, " she said impatiently, "We've got another Seeker!"
"Who?" Hera asked keenly, having noticed how displeased Harry looked.
"Ginny Weasley, " Katie added, Hera turning around to greet her properly for the first time that night. They held hands on the sofa, with Katie leaning on the space behind her head.
