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"Certainly, certainly," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. "Let me draw you up a chair --"
"Harry, you -- you look terrible."
Next he saw another pair of feet, wearing sparkly turquoise high heels, and heard a woman's voice. "A small gillywater --"
Harry spotted an official-looking letter lying open on the table.
"Oh, are we?" said George.
"You know what we've got to do," said Wood as they prepared to leave the locker rooms. "If we lose this match, we're out of the running. just -- just fly like you did in practice yesterday, and we'll be okay!"
"Oh no!" said Ron, his lip twitching.
"Why didn't you let me fight it?" said Harry abruptly.
Harry put his face to his knees, his hands gripping his hair. Fred grabbed his shoulder and shook it roughly.
"Ta, Rosmerta," said Hagrid.
Harry had. Mrs. Weasley had sent him a scarlet sweater with the Gryffindor lion knitted on the front, also a dozen home-baked mince pies, some Christmas cake, and a box of nut brittle. As he moved all these things aside, he saw a long, thin package lying underneath.
Ron, however, cleared his throat significantly, and pointed to a notice pasted on the inside of the sweetshop door.
The hall immediately began to buzz excitedly; the Gryffindors were telling the rest of the school what had just happened.
He took the Firebolt and, holding it as if it were made of glass, carried it away up the boys' staircase.