Fred laughed along before falling into step next to me, playfully elbowing me in the side, "Hey, Lara." I only shot him a puzzled look, "You've never gotten my name wrong in all the years we've known each other, any reason you've decided to start now?" "Alright, keep your wig on, I'm only trying to think of a nickname for you, that's all," he defended himself, as he quickly ducked, narrowly avoiding an owl that was flying through the chaos far too close to the ground. "What on earth is an owl doing here?" I laughed. "Postal services don't just stop because of a Quidditch cup believe it or not Lou Lou, though I do remember Oliver starting a petition last year for the owls to not deliver their post on the mornings of matches. Was worried messages from home might put the players off," he continued very matter of factly. "Was that before or after he tried to drown himself in the shower after you lost that game last year," I joked, a smile spreading on Fred's face. "Can't remember. Probably before and after knowing him."
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