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Near it, on the edge of the fire pan, was a pair of long-handled tongs. Perhaps he could arrange a marriage for her, though that depended on her affiliations.
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Both Peter and I are struggling with our innermost feelings. They had tied for the house cup - if only Dumbledore had given Harry just one more point. I figured she could handle some more of my deep thoughts.
His angry eyes watched hers, saw the struggle in them. A black-green liquid simmered in it, and large bubbles rose from it and passed out the open end.
What he saw was a small, rather bony girl, with brown hair and pale, almost straw-colored eyes. Far off the twin clocks of the Votivkirche struck the hour. He combed his hair, cleaned his fingernails and grinned at his reflection in the water. George Grulen was swinging a big knife.