The hurt in Holly’s eyes was unmistakable but Connie carried on as normal – it wouldn’t do to play favourites and Miss Fudge was a highly suitable escort. In fact she had behaved with admirable decorum and had Connie not still been dripping with desert she might even given the girl some house points.

She didn’t. The thought of Holly’s face at that was too much to bear. Blindly Connie flicked her wand at the stain on her sleeve but still didn’t feel cleansed and determined to change her robes.

“Right behind you girls,” she had drinks to host after all!

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MJ made me beautiful