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It was the end of another school year and once again, you were celebrating with your friends at the Three Broomsticks. As soon as you walked in, they started cheering for you.
“The living legend herself, (Y/N) (L/N)!” Penny cheered.
“You flawlessly destroyed that large, large spider,” Charlie shivered.
“And let’s not forget that you’ll be a Slytherin prefect,” Rowan reminded everyone. Bill got up from the table to give you an obnoxious kiss in front of everyone.
You smiled. “Thanks guys. I’m totally screwed this time, though. Next year I’ll be in detention indefinitely with the kitchen house elves. I don’t know how I’m gonna do that, be a Prefect, stay on top of my schoolwork, and find the final vault.”
“You always find a way, (Y/N),” Barnaby assured you.
“For now, let’s celebrate this year!” Tulip said.
Bill slung his arm around you and kissed you again before raising his glass. “To (Y/N)!”
“To (Y/N)!” You truly had the best friends a curse breaking fourteen year old could ask for.