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She was supposed to be there by now.

Reginald started tapping his quill against his leg impatiently. Every time he had studied with Mary in the library, she was perfectly punctual (sans that one time she had arrived with swollen lips and a mysterious glint in her eyes, but he’d rather not think about that), so the fact that she was not here meant that she was probably elsewhere, and probably elsewhere with a person, and that person probably was - Reg’s stomach turned over - a boy. 

Just as he was ready to pack up his parchment and leave, however, the girl came bursting through the door, stormed over to him, and collapsed into her seat. Fuming and livid, she ripped open her bag and pulled out one of her theory books, flipping it open to a random page.

“Erm…hello.” Reginald tried slowly, very much afraid of a mad Mary MacDonald. Her eyes darted from her book to him under her straight, chestnut bangs, and, just like he predicted, she exploded.

“The Gryffindor girls are barking mad, Reg.” She said in a sharp voice, and he stared at her. 

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And you’re just sitting there like, “I lost my life back in July of ‘09, hun.”