“Come on, Hermione,” Ron muttered desperately. Reaching Snape, Hermione crouched down, pulled out her wand, and whispered, “Lacarnum Inflamarae.” Bright red flames shot from her wand onto the hem of Snape’s robes. [..] — Snape would never know what had happened. It was enough. Up in the air, Harry was suddenly able to clamber back on to his broom. Harry was speeding toward the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick — he hit the field on all fours — coughed — and something gold fell into his hand. “I’ve got the Snitch!” he shouted, waving it above his head, Gryffindor began to cheer and the game had ended as the whistle blew.
Josh: Você já entrou no quarto da Megan?
Drake: Já uma vez, quando ela tinha 5 anos.
Josh: E aí?
Drake: Ela me empurrou pela janela e disse pra mamãe que eu que tinha caido.
Hermione: Eu diria “Vamos Harry! Arrume a mochila e vamos para a estrada antes que pare de doer!”
Ron: Que isso Hermione! A vida comigo é assim tão chata?
Hermione: Awn amor, claro que não. Mas vai dizer que você não sente falta das nossas aventuras…?
Ron: Bem… é claro que eu sinto hehe. Então acho que diria ao Harry que agora que somos aurores tudo ficaria mais fácil u_u
Gina: ~le se intromete~ E eu diria ao Harry “Homem, se você não me levar dessa vez, a bagaça fica louca u_u”
