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( November 1995 )
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"HURRY BEFORE THE ENTRANCE DISAPPEARS!" A harsh whisper fell past Ginger's lips waving Alexander over.
"Arrête de me presser!" he whisper shouted back just narrowly entering behind her. "Tu sais que je n'aime pas être pressé," he mumbled behind her as she strolled in with her hands behind her back.
"Peu importe, gros bébé." She poked his sides before he swatted her hands away.
"Finally you two made it! I thought you'd never show." Fred shouted across the room as multiple spells were being thrown in the air.
"Yeah, sorry. We would've been here if someone knew how to keep his wand close to himself like I've suggested multiple times," she made a jab at Alexander.
He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, "it was an honest mistake!"
"Maladroit," she said under her breath.
He scoffed, "Je suis désolé, qui est celui qui aime un gingembre?" She gasped and shoved him while her neck heated up to her face but thankfully her complexion masked it perfectly as a natural blush.
Fred stood, his eyes darting back and forth between the two arguing in French.
"You need to understand something before we start." The voice of Harry Potter cut their bantering short. "Defending yourself from the Dark Arts has less to do with magical ability and more to do with thinking fast and a lot of luck. We'll be doing Expelliarmus tonight, though hopefully, we can move on to other things if we have time." He fiddled with his wand a bit anxious as he spoke to the students of multiple houses.
Zacharias Smith rolled his eyes, "Oh please. Professor Lockhart taught us that in second year."
Ronald stepped forward, "Lockhart didn't teach as much as prune himself."
