Weasley can save anything, He never leaves a single ring, That's why Gryffindors all sing: Weasley is our King.

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         "He’s dead. They’re all dead.“ 

                             It was something that he tried to keep
                             buried within him for so long. The war
                             had ended, but the scars that one
                             received from it had not faded in the
                             slightest. 

                                                           His body folded into himself
                                                           as he sat upon the steps outside,
                                                           his head tucked into his arms
                                                           whilst he listened to the noises
                                                           of the outside world. 

              Time didn’t stop for no one,
                      and it certainly wouldn’t stop for death.

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                    “You’re joking.”

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             "D'you know how to drive a car without crashing it?“

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          “I’ve got a question– say y'could be sorted
           into any house, no matter what was inside
           of you, or what your family’s like– just by 
           what you like. What would you pick? I mean,
           long as it’s anything besides Slytherin.”

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              “Give me Mcdonalds or give me death.”

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                                                                […]

                                          “Preferably the first option.”

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                                          […]

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                                            “Bit of a tosser, aren’t you?”

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                        “Did you hear that? Sounds like we’re not alone.”

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“..’M gettin’ sleepy so that clearly means it’s time to eat. Can’t have sleep without a full belly.”

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“Pass me that book over there, will ya?” The ginger sat in the library, one hand in a bag of candy while his vision was focused on a particular sturdy looking novel. “I mean am not gonna’ read it or anythin’, but it’s lookin’ like a real nice pillow right now.”

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