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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐨𝐧𝐞
𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩
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The morning of the first Quidditch match dawned very bright and cold. The Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheerful chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match.
"Yes, Quidditch!!" The Quidditch fanatics cheered.
'You've got to eat some breakfast.'
'I don't want anything.'
'Just a bit of toast,' wheedled Hermione.
'I'm not hungry.'Harry felt terrible.
"Pre-game jitters."
In an hour, he'd be walking onto the pitch.
"Good luck, Harry," Nova wishes him.
"Not my daughter, Potter," Sirius told him sternly.
