"𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣' 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 "              ______________________

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       "𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣' 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 "
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                 "𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣' 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 "              ______________________

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Professor Dumbledore rose to his feet as he smiled at the students, arms outstretched in welcome.

"I have just one thing to say," he said, and his deep voice echoed through the Great Hall "time to eat!".

The whole dining room began to eat. the whole slytherin table was looking at the group of friends but they didn't care at all . Draco and Santana ate in silence while they listen to Blaise and Theo arguing .

"I think that Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore had something, there is a lot of tension between them and not bad tension if you understand me," Theo said as he raised a gold cup to his lips.

Blaise opened his mouth in a signal of offense.

"You didn't hate on my ship like that you twat" Blaise point at him with his finger "First it's pretty obvious that Dumbledore is gay, Professor McGonagall had something with Professor Snape, they look very cute together" replied Blaise as he directed his gaze towards the teachers "What do you think Santana?" He asked.

"I agree with you Blaise" Santana said while laughing.

After agreeing with Blaise, she had to hold back laughing when she saw Theo's face.

"How dare you!? Draco,Defend me!"

Draco sighed trying to hold his laugh "I agree with blaise"

blaise raised his arms in the air in Victory.
the rest of dinner were arguments from an offended Theo saying that they always agreed with Blaise in everything.




After the desserts were finished and the last remnants disappeared from the plates, leaving them completely clean, Albus Dumbledore got back to his feet. the Great Hall was instantly silent, only the whistling of the wind and the rain beating against the windows.

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