1|Tics and Trains

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Ron waited patiently for Harry to stop violently shaking his head. He had developed this tic over the summer.
"Sorry," Harry smiled apologetically as he leaned his head against the window.

" 's fine mate. You can't help it. Anyway," Ron continued the talking about the uses of foxglove in different potions.

"Hey, Ron? Who do you thi- gorilla, think Hermione's 'friend' is?" Hermione had been talking about some girl that she had met up with over the summer holidays. Apparently they had snogged.
Ron laughed, "You are so impatient! Neenee said that she was going to introduce us to her on the train. She should be here any minute!"
And right on cue, Hermione walked dragging another girl behind her. Said girl was rather pale, tall and had her black hair up in a messy bun.
"See Harry! Now you owe me three galleons!" Ron exclaimed triumphantly.
"Well how was I to know it was Parkinson!" Harry grumbled.
Said lady laughed at this, "Call me Pansy!"
Harry grinned goofily at her before saying, "You better not hurt our Hermione! I might be forced to set the Weasley Twins otherwise!"
Pansy laughed nervously. Hermione however, gave Harry a clip round the ear.

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As they made their way to the carriages, Harry stopped to stroke the thestrals. He found them truly beautiful.

The quiet murmurs of the Gryffindor common room was quickly disturbed by Harry.

"Dave is dead!" Harry then proceeded to begin shaking his head violently. Several first years stared at him as he stood up, head still shaking and made his way to the dorms, Ron and Hermione following him up.

"Just a tic attack, nothing to worry about!" Percy Weasley told the first years.

Ron had managed to get Harry on his bed after his legs locked.
"Gorillas are invading!"
"Beep beep beep beep beep!"
Hermione, meanwhile was sitting by his head and softly sing a lullaby.
Harry's tics soon calmed down enough for him to sing along.

"It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage. But you're look sweet, upon the seat of a bicycle made for two."

Harry relaxed and yawned from exhaustion.
"God those poor first years! Someone did make sure to tell them I was fine? They looked so worried. "

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