As carefully as he could, he wrapped his good arm around her and moved her in the direction of the companionway. He had the feeling that yes was a true answer, if not a complete one.
Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves - they were a hundred points up. Clothing charred black across the front of him, and his arms waved, conducting unseen musicians. He was not the first to make it up here, that was clear, and he was not the first to consider the descent into that place.
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- Dumped! (Challenging Sports Book 1).