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I just remembered this time I was telling a story to a friend and it was clear she wasn’t listening to me so I started making up this huge gruesome story about a cult murder I’d witnessed while she sat there nodding along to my dramatic moral struggle about whether or not I should come forward and then I looked up to see the table next to us looked utterly horrified and long story short that’s why I should remember other people have ears.
Books! And cleverness! There are more important things — friendship and bravery.
‘It’s a bit small,’ said Ron quickly. ‘Not like that room you had with the Muggles. And I’m right underneath the ghoul in the attic, he’s always banging on the pipes and groaning …’
But Harry, grinning widely, said, ‘This is the best house I’ve ever been in.’ Ron’s ears went pink.