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Intro. I walked down the corridor of the train, watching the compartments with the noisy crowd, first years and seniors, rush past. Draco led us confidently forward, Blaise walked behind, lazily shoving his hands into his pockets. His face was frozen in that calm, almost lazy expression that he never lost. "Where will we sit?" Blaise asked, examining the nearest doors. "We'll find something worthwhile," Draco answered, his voice cold and determined, as always. We peered into the compartments one by one, surveying their contents. I noted with a grin how some of the Hogwarts students looked at me, the girls looked shyly or flirtatiously with adoration, the men with envy or respect. But then, behind the next door, I saw something... unexpected. Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood and... you. When my gaze fell on you, I froze. You were sitting by the window, telling Hermione something, your hands moving so smoothly, as if you were weaving a web of words.

Theodore Nott

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