When I was about five years old, someone gave me a small, iridescent butterfly pin with hinged wings that formed a tiny clasp. Harry throughly enjoyed double Divination that afternoon; they were still doing star charts and predictions, but now that he and Ron were friends once more, the whole thing seemed very funny again. I wasn't injured, but Valerius lifted my head with both hands anyway, which I hated.
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A random funny story where with random sentences from books I use
RandomI use one or more books and pick a random sentence and put them all together to make a funny, not making sense book. It's fun to do.
