hannah realized that the story was made by a 125 year old boy named george ?:&:):
" oh shit some one stalking me "
she looked at her window to see george weasley staring into her soul
" i'm sorry what the fuck "
" hi bby girl "
" aren't you 125"
" what yo doing "
" where the fuck is your ear "
" doesn't matter "
" yes it does "
" this old goth teacher shot it off "
" oh shit that's dark "
" yeah "
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" so what's ur number "
" 911 "
" thanks "
" wait "
hannah looks at the window and fred is gone
