Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck-Merlin she hoped there weren't any students watching. Both because this was hugely embarrassing and also because there was a strong chance she might throw her wand at Mr Gallivan: somehow the sting had acted as a memory charm too and now she remembered him - the Head Boy who'd impaled himself on his broomstick. Served him right.

Her face felt as though she had gone head first into a batch of stinging nettles and then dunked the wounds in lemon juice for good measure, but she could just about see him through her clouded vision and she sent a gaggle of furious geese flying in his direction.

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MJ made me beautiful