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CHAPTER FOURTY-NINEthe firebolt

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CHAPTER FOURTY-NINE
the firebolt


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𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 the door to the hospital wing swung open and Hermione, Dakota, Harry, and Aliyah came through. "How did you get there?" he asked, pointing between them and the spot they had disappeared from. "I was just talking to you there. And now you're there."

"What's he talking about, Kody?" Hermione asked, turning to Dakota with a grin.

Dakota smirked knowingly. "I have no idea." She looked at Ron. "Are you sure you're not suffering a head injury as well, Ronald?"

"Ha, ha, very funny," Ron said sarcastically. "I could swear. It's like you were in two places at once."

"Kody's right, Ron," Aliyah said, exchanging a smile with Dakota. "Maybe you did hurt your head."

"Honestly, Ron, how can somebody be in two places at once?" Harry asked, and the girls giggled.

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Lyra was surprised when the first thing she was met with when she walked into the Hufflepuff common room was a large banner with Welcome back, Lyra! written across in glittering gold letters. Her fellow housemates were waiting for her, all of them gasping excitedly and running up to her to get the story about what had happened.

Ophelia pushed through the crowd of Hufflepuffs. "Back off, you lot, let the girl breathe!" She took Lyra's hand and led her over to the couch.

"I-I'm so confused, what's going on?" Lyra asked as she sat down. A Hufflepuff boy in her year that she's never talked to before handed her a butterbeer.

"Got it from the house elves in the kitchen," Ernie Macmillan said, smiling kindly at Lyra. "Go on, take it. It's a celebration, after all."

"A celebration for what?" Lyra frowned. "I-I didn't do anything."

"Really?" Hannah Abbott motioned to Lyra's bandaged arm. "Because it looked like you did something. You were in the hospital for five days."

"Y-Yeah because Madam Pomfrey needed to keep an eye on my werewolf scratches—"

"Werewolf scratches?!" the Hufflepuffs gasped.

"Did you fight him off?"

"Does it hurt?"

"You're gonna have such a cool scar!"

"Can I sign your bandages?"

"Hadley Weasley, how the hell did you get in here?!" Ophelia jumped up from the couch, her eyes narrowing at the redhead, who was twirling a permanent marker between her fingers with a mischievous smile on her face.

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