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Laughing, Harry ducked under the table, muffins barely missing his head- it would be just like the Weasley twins to start a food fight.
“This is ridiculous”, Hermione hissed from behind him, she had already thought of hiding, Ron was still caught in the crossfire above.
he saw that the side of her face had ketchup stains, which made her look silly, but his own pants were wet with pumpkin juice.
“Let’s run for it” He grabbed a plate and handed her another, holding it above his head for cover. she counted to three before they dashed for the door.
