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THE POTIONEER | 1.12 "SOUNDING A BIT SPECIFIC THERE, ELIZA" Hogsmeade Village, Scotland | 1993
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"ELIZA, YOU NEED TO READ THATSECOND paragraph,” Hermione said for the fourth time that afternoon, following after Lizzie as she walked from the courtyard into the entrance hall, Ron hurrying behind them. They had spent their morning walking around the lake, but as the air reached a freezing point, they decided it was probably best if they went and got some lunch. “You said you’d do it, like, four days ago, and, well, it’s Saturday.”
“Come on, Hermione,” Ron tried to stop her in her tracks, seeing Lizzie’s shoulders tense up in front of him. “Leave the girl alone. She’s only just got out of the hospital wing.”
“I’m not trying to force her into anything,” Hermione defended herself, briefly looking at the boy with an exhausted expression before turning back to Lizzie. “But maybe it’ll bring all of this to an end, or maybe you’ll finally get some sleep without hearing those–”
“I got it, okay?” Lizzie groaned, stuffing her hands in her coat pockets as they turned into the busy Great Hall. “I’ll read it soon, I promise. I’m just… busy.”
“Busy with what?” Hermione asked, not convinced as they sat down at some free spaces at a table, Ron already leaning forward to grab as many chips as his hands could hold.
