Alicia Spinnet-Pucey (

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Alicia scrunched up her face slightly. Yes, she could remember a couple of times when she had come dangerously close to hexing George and even a few times when she had simply slapped him. Mostly that had been back in school, though, and the times she had yelled at him after the war had been because he was out of line and crossing lines that were unacceptable for her, no matter how much he was grieving.

“You’d do the same for me,” she told him, the confidence in her voice unwavering and genuine.

Finishing off her glass of wine she tilted her head as she smiled at him. “Any exciting plans for the weekend?” she asked him. “Other than the Pride match tomorrow?”

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