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chapter fifty-nine. (only seventeen but she walks the streets so mean )
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SNOW WAS SWIRLING AGAINST THE ICY once more; Christmas was approaching fast. Hagrid had already single-handedly delivered the usual twelve Christmas trees for the Great Hall; garlands of holly and tinsel had been twisted around the banisters of the stairs; everlasting candles glowed from inside the helmets of suits of armour and great bunches of mistletoe had been hung at intervals along the corridors. Large groups of girls and boys tended to converge underneath the mistletoe bunches every time Ascella or Harry went past, which caused blockages in the corridors; fortunately, however, Ascella's frequent nighttime wanderings had given her an unusually good knowledge of the castle's secret passageways, so that she was able, without too much difficulty, to navigate mistletoe-free routes between classes.
Ron, who might once have found the necessity of these detours a cause for jealousy rather than hilarity, simply roared with laughter about it all. Although Ascella much preferred this new laughing, joking Ron to the moody, aggressive model she had been enduring for the last few weeks, the improved Ron came at a heavy price. Firstly, Ascella had to put up with the frequent presence of Lavender Brown, who seemed to regard any moment that she was not kissing Ron as a moment wasted; and secondly, Ascella and Harry found themselves once more the best friend of two people who seemed unlikely ever to speak to each other again.
Ron, whose hands and forearms still bore scratches and cuts from Hermione's bird attack ( which Ascella had found hilarious and wished she could've been there to witness when Harry had told her ), was taking a defensive and resentful tone.
"She can't complain," he told Harry and Ascella. "She snogged Krum. So she's found out someone wants to snog me too. Well, it's a free country. I haven't done anything wrong."
Ascella's brows furrowed. "She kissed him two years ago. I've kissed more people in that amount of time. Grow up, already."
With that, she had stormed away, utterly fed up with the immaturity of her best friend - although, that title was rapidly diminishing as Ron's idiocy continued. Not wanting to choose between her two friends, Ascella decided it was smarter to stick with the Slytherins, who'd found it all rather humorous and were - shockingly - quite invested in the drama between Ron and Hermione.
