"Wheres ur little... boyfriend?" Harry, the obnoxious prince asks. "Gone, missing." tears sting your eyes, as you explain what you know. You stop yourself when you realise hes your enemy but for some odd reasom he has pity, sadness in his eyes. "Poor you, Must be bad luck" he says with a smig grin. you were so angru that you just stormed out." Come back, bad luck charm!" he teases.
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