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... > Luna’s idea of a meeting place turned out to be a slope behind the Owlery, where the wind whistled through half-frozen grass and little folded paper birds flapped aimlessly in the breeze, their wings charmed to twitch and flick like they were real.
She was lying on her back in the middle of them, hair fanned out like a lazy spill of moonlight, cloak unbuttoned and a box of Bertie Bott’s open beside her.
"Try the grey one," she said before Harry even got close. "It tastes like s ...
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