“Young love! How… stirring. If everything goes unfortunately today, you two may even make the front page!”
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And as the Veela danced faster and faster, wild, half-formed thoughts started chasing through Harry’s dazed mind. He wanted to do something impressive, right now. Jumping from the box into the stadium seemed a good idea… but would it be good enough?
“Harry, what are you doing?” said Hermione’s voice from a long way off.
The music stopped. Harry blinked. He was standing up, and one of his legs was resting on the wall of the box. Next to him, Ron was frozen in an attitude that looked as though he were about to dive from a springboard.
Hermione made a loud tutting noise. She reached up and pulled Harry back into his seat. “Honestly!” she said.
"Harry and Hermione ALPHABET → TALKING
“They went downstairs, crossed the entrance hall quickly without looking in at the Great Hall, and were soon striding across the lawn toward the lake, where the Durmstrang ship was moored, reflected blackly in the water. It was a chilly morning, and they kept moving, munching their toast, as Harry told Hermione exactly what had happened after he had left the Gryffindor table the night before.”
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Harry and Hermione ALPHABET → AFRAID
“He knew nothing, he had no ideas, and he was constantly, painfully on the alert for any indications that Hermione too was about to tell him that she had enough. That she was leaving.”
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